Author's note: Ok, i know i said i would update soon, but i was sooooo busy! Thanks to jamaicanboy for telling me i should keep going. Ok, I'm back, hopefully for a while, so here we go.

Emma's mother reached for her cell phone, then cursed at herself for leaving it at home again. "Archie, do you have your cell phone with you? Please tell me you do!"

Archie reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. He handed it to his wife. She immediately dialed 911 and told them everything.

J.T. was now having trouble getting away from his father. He was about to run the other way when his father hit him in the head with the toaster. J.T. fell to his knees, and soon blacked out.

Emma watched the entire thing with wide eyes. She looked over to Manny, but realized she wasn't there. She looked in the house to find that Mr. Yorke had left the kitchen, and Manny was sitting next to J.T, who was lying on the floor with a trickle of blood running down his forehead to the floor. Manny was on the verge of tears.

Mr. Simpson walked into the house, and then over to where J.T. was lying. He placed his hand on his forehead and pressed down, trying to stop the blood from flowing. Then, outside, they heard a siren of police cars. Mrs. Simpson opened the door for them, and noticed there was an ambulence for J.T. as well. She led the police officers and paramedics into the kitchen.

"I believe Mr. Yorke is somewhere upstairs," she said, trying to stay strong for all of the kids in the room. She couldn't help but let a couple of single tears fall from her eyes.

The paramedics picked up J.T. and placed him in the abulance. Emma cried into her mother's shoulder, and Manny cried into Toby's. J.T. would be ok, but where would he go?

Short. I know. Story of my life. Yeah well review and I'll put more up.