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the fact that I don't own Microsoft Word, I can't. Oh well. Please keep
reviewing, I enjoy finding out what people think of my stories and if they
want me to continue or not.
Chapter 7
Jason was in his room that night, finishing up his math homework,
when his dad barged in. He could tell he was drunk again; the alcohol
was obvious on his breath. "Stand up." his dad ordered. He did as he
was told, prepared to face what he knew was coming to him.
About 15 minutes later, he was finally allowed to finish his
homework. He waited until his father left the room, then picked up his
phone. It hurt to even move, this beating has been worse than the other
one. "Hello?" came the tired voice on the other end when Tommy had
picked up.
"Tommy, it's me," came Jason's choked up voice from the other
end. Tommy was suddenly awake. "Jason? What happened?" he asked,
concerned about his friend.
"Tommy, I need a place to crash for a couple of days. Can I take
you up on your offer?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. My folks are gone for a couple of days, so it'll be
fine," he said. Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank god. I'll be there in a few minutes." he said, not
bothering to tell his parents he was leaving. He threw a few things in
his backpack and climbed out his window. Tommy was waiting for him on
the porch when he arrived.
"What happened?" Tommy asked him, putting an arm around his
friend.
"My dad. This one was worse than any of the others," he said, as
they went inside the house.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Tommy asked him, taking out a couple
mugs for hot chocolate.
"Yeah, thank you," he responded, sitting down at the kitchen
table.
"Jase, I think you should tell someone about this. We're leaving
again in a few days, and you shouldn't have to take this," he told him.
Jason shook his head. "No. Like you said, we're leaving again in
a few days and we'll be gone for awhile. Just let me handle it, okay?"
he asked.
Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. But I can't figure out why you take
that. You shouldn't have to," he said.
Jason just shrugged. "It's just who I am, I guess," he said, as
Tommy went to answer the phone. He hung up, looking grim. "Your dad. He
says if your not home in about 10 minutes, your asking for trouble." he
informed his friend.
Jason shook his head. "I'm not leaving. Give me the phone, I'll
call my mom." He dialed the number, and began telling his mom about
what was up with him. "Ok, good. 'Bye," he said, hanging up the phone.
"Ok, I'm staying. My mom said not to worry about my dad, that if he
stops by here to just tell him I'm not here."
"But then he'll just check at the other's houses." Tommy said.
Jason sighed. "I know. I hate doing this to you Tommy, but you
have to help me."
Tommy nodded. "I will, I promise. I would say we could invite the
others over, but it's getting kind of late and who knows if they can
even come over at this hour," he said.
"Why wouldn't they be able to? It's a Friday night." Jason
pointed out.
Tommy shrugged. "We can call. Who first?" he asked.
"Kimberly. She is more open-minded about this stuff." he said, as
Tommy dialed Kimberly's number.
Up next: Group gatherings and Late night talks.
Chapter 7
Jason was in his room that night, finishing up his math homework,
when his dad barged in. He could tell he was drunk again; the alcohol
was obvious on his breath. "Stand up." his dad ordered. He did as he
was told, prepared to face what he knew was coming to him.
About 15 minutes later, he was finally allowed to finish his
homework. He waited until his father left the room, then picked up his
phone. It hurt to even move, this beating has been worse than the other
one. "Hello?" came the tired voice on the other end when Tommy had
picked up.
"Tommy, it's me," came Jason's choked up voice from the other
end. Tommy was suddenly awake. "Jason? What happened?" he asked,
concerned about his friend.
"Tommy, I need a place to crash for a couple of days. Can I take
you up on your offer?" he asked.
"Yeah, sure. My folks are gone for a couple of days, so it'll be
fine," he said. Jason breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank god. I'll be there in a few minutes." he said, not
bothering to tell his parents he was leaving. He threw a few things in
his backpack and climbed out his window. Tommy was waiting for him on
the porch when he arrived.
"What happened?" Tommy asked him, putting an arm around his
friend.
"My dad. This one was worse than any of the others," he said, as
they went inside the house.
"Are you hungry? Thirsty?" Tommy asked him, taking out a couple
mugs for hot chocolate.
"Yeah, thank you," he responded, sitting down at the kitchen
table.
"Jase, I think you should tell someone about this. We're leaving
again in a few days, and you shouldn't have to take this," he told him.
Jason shook his head. "No. Like you said, we're leaving again in
a few days and we'll be gone for awhile. Just let me handle it, okay?"
he asked.
Tommy shrugged. "Whatever. But I can't figure out why you take
that. You shouldn't have to," he said.
Jason just shrugged. "It's just who I am, I guess," he said, as
Tommy went to answer the phone. He hung up, looking grim. "Your dad. He
says if your not home in about 10 minutes, your asking for trouble." he
informed his friend.
Jason shook his head. "I'm not leaving. Give me the phone, I'll
call my mom." He dialed the number, and began telling his mom about
what was up with him. "Ok, good. 'Bye," he said, hanging up the phone.
"Ok, I'm staying. My mom said not to worry about my dad, that if he
stops by here to just tell him I'm not here."
"But then he'll just check at the other's houses." Tommy said.
Jason sighed. "I know. I hate doing this to you Tommy, but you
have to help me."
Tommy nodded. "I will, I promise. I would say we could invite the
others over, but it's getting kind of late and who knows if they can
even come over at this hour," he said.
"Why wouldn't they be able to? It's a Friday night." Jason
pointed out.
Tommy shrugged. "We can call. Who first?" he asked.
"Kimberly. She is more open-minded about this stuff." he said, as
Tommy dialed Kimberly's number.
Up next: Group gatherings and Late night talks.