Manny and J.T continued running until they reached J.T's house. They went into his room and they started making out on his bed. J.T's mom, a total druggie, walked in,
"Hey Manny." Her mom said groggy.
"Yes?" Manny answered.
"Your Phone is on the dad." J.T's mom handed the phone to Manny. Manny was used to his moms crazy talk.
"Hello?" Manny answered.
"Manuela," Her fathers voice was sad and depressed. She knew something was wrong.
"You need to come home, its your," Then there was a long pass.
"Your mother." Manny was worried.
"What? What's wrong? Dad?" She cried. He had already hung up.
"What's wrong baby?" J.T asked concerned.
"I don't know. I need to get home." Manny got up and ran out, and J.T followed. When they reached Manny's house, there was an ambulance in the front yard. Manny and J.T ran inside.
She followed the paramedics into her parents room. Her mother was lying on the bed dead, with a rifle in her left hand. Manny collapsed, thankfully J.T was right behind her to catch her. J.T carried her into her room and laid her on the bed.
"No, no, no, no, no." Manny said sobbing on J.T's shirt. J.T was lying beside her, holding her.
"Its okay baby, everything's going to be okay." He assured her. She fell asleep in his arms.
She woke up the next morning still in J.T's arms. She was confused, J.T stayed with her all night and was even missing school to support her. She gently kissed him. This woke him. He kissed her back, they started making out, then fell asleep again. The making out and sleeping lasted for a few days. Then J.T's younger brother came over and told him he had to come home. When J.T left Manny felt really alone. She needed him. Emma stayed with her all that weekend holding her. J.T and Emma continued switching off for about a month, until Manny got the courage to go to school.
