Chapter 5
Kit ran into the room, holding her nose. It started bleeding when Adam fiercely shoved his hand into her face -- not punch, but shoved her in the face, making her tumble backwards.
"What happened?" Jay asked, getting up from his bed and following her into the bathroom.
"Nothing that you'd care about," she said, as she began to wash her nose.
"Kit," he said.
"What? You're not helping me at all," she said.
"I can't," he said. "He won't listen to me. You wanna know why the reason he ran off like that? Because I got in a fight about him for what he did to you when he kicked you out." She turned to look at him.
"Oh," she said.
"Yeah, and he won't listen to anything that I say," he said. "Nothing. Zip. He yelled at me, and then he went storming off."
"Where did he go, do you know?" she asked. He sighed. "Jay?"
"The downtown strip club," he replied. Kit's face saddened even more. "I tried to stop him, too, I swear. He just won't listen."
"Thanks for trying," she whispered, as she held a cloth to her nose. She sighed, and her lips began trembling.
"Sweetie, don't cry," he soothed. She bursted into tears. He hugged her, trying to tell her comforting words. It didn't work. "Find someone -- anyone-- to help you. Don't back down from anyones help."
***
"Jeff, what's wrong?" Amy asked. She hissed when Matt put the pain- relieving medication on her burn. "What the hell kind of pain-relieving pain is that?"
"Nothing, Amy," he replied.
"Jeff," Matt said. "We know when you're lying."
"Okay, fine," he said, knowing that they were going to force it out of him anyway. "You know that girl that attacked you, Aimes?"
"Kit?" Matt asked.
"Yeah," Jeff replied.
"What about her?" Amy asked, hissing again when Matt put more pain- relieving medication on her.
"I dunno, but somethings wrong," Jeff said.
"Don't tell me you are worrying for her," Amy said. "Do you know what the bitch did to me?"
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But... when I saw her, she was covered with bruises."
"She deserved those punches," Amy stated.
"No, you punched her in the face area," Jeff said. "You even told us that. What I'm saying is that she has bruises on her shoulder, arm, chest, hands. Everywhere. I saw her. She was in the elevator with me."
"And you didn't do anything?" Matt asked.
"Why should I? That poor girl was covered with bruises anyway," he said. "I'm just concluding that someone had beaten her for no apparent reason."
"Who cares?" Amy hissed.
"I know," Jeff said. "I don't care. I was just thinking about it, but oh well." He lied. The problem was, he did care.
Kit ran into the room, holding her nose. It started bleeding when Adam fiercely shoved his hand into her face -- not punch, but shoved her in the face, making her tumble backwards.
"What happened?" Jay asked, getting up from his bed and following her into the bathroom.
"Nothing that you'd care about," she said, as she began to wash her nose.
"Kit," he said.
"What? You're not helping me at all," she said.
"I can't," he said. "He won't listen to me. You wanna know why the reason he ran off like that? Because I got in a fight about him for what he did to you when he kicked you out." She turned to look at him.
"Oh," she said.
"Yeah, and he won't listen to anything that I say," he said. "Nothing. Zip. He yelled at me, and then he went storming off."
"Where did he go, do you know?" she asked. He sighed. "Jay?"
"The downtown strip club," he replied. Kit's face saddened even more. "I tried to stop him, too, I swear. He just won't listen."
"Thanks for trying," she whispered, as she held a cloth to her nose. She sighed, and her lips began trembling.
"Sweetie, don't cry," he soothed. She bursted into tears. He hugged her, trying to tell her comforting words. It didn't work. "Find someone -- anyone-- to help you. Don't back down from anyones help."
***
"Jeff, what's wrong?" Amy asked. She hissed when Matt put the pain- relieving medication on her burn. "What the hell kind of pain-relieving pain is that?"
"Nothing, Amy," he replied.
"Jeff," Matt said. "We know when you're lying."
"Okay, fine," he said, knowing that they were going to force it out of him anyway. "You know that girl that attacked you, Aimes?"
"Kit?" Matt asked.
"Yeah," Jeff replied.
"What about her?" Amy asked, hissing again when Matt put more pain- relieving medication on her.
"I dunno, but somethings wrong," Jeff said.
"Don't tell me you are worrying for her," Amy said. "Do you know what the bitch did to me?"
"Yeah, I know," he said. "But... when I saw her, she was covered with bruises."
"She deserved those punches," Amy stated.
"No, you punched her in the face area," Jeff said. "You even told us that. What I'm saying is that she has bruises on her shoulder, arm, chest, hands. Everywhere. I saw her. She was in the elevator with me."
"And you didn't do anything?" Matt asked.
"Why should I? That poor girl was covered with bruises anyway," he said. "I'm just concluding that someone had beaten her for no apparent reason."
"Who cares?" Amy hissed.
"I know," Jeff said. "I don't care. I was just thinking about it, but oh well." He lied. The problem was, he did care.