Last Chapter: My guy won't leave me and say it to me often. He's not going anywhere.
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I could see Jackie's house as I rounded the corner. I also saw a big black car. Like the one the mayor would ride in. Wasn't Mr. Burkhart supposed to be gone? I quickened my pace, which soon became a run. I rounded the tree that stood next to the cross walk and bounded up the front stairs. I banged on the door. There was a feeling that something wasn't right. It was strong and I didn't like it. The door was open, so I let myself in and silently walked down the hallway. It was eerily silent as I left her purse on a side table and continued down the hall. I heard muffled sounds coming from the door across the stairwell. The same door Jackie said to never go into.
I got close and pressed my ear against the wood. It sounded like people were inside, although only one person was talking. A heard an almost inaudible whimper which was followed by a sharp remark. "Don't you dare whimper you bitch," I heard. My hand reached for the doorknob and I quickly thrust the door open. Mr. Burkhart was standing in the dimmed room holding a blunt object in his left hand. "What's going on here?" I shouted. He turned to look at me then glanced to a darker corner of the room where I made out a huddled figure. Sniffles and whimpers filled my ears and I took a tentative step towards the source of the sound.
"Don't move boy." Mr. Burkhart said in a deep voice. His words were slurred, telling me he was drunk. "Steven?" The voice whispered. I knew it was Jackie instantly. My fists balled up at my sides and I took another step closer to her. When Mr. Burkhart didn't say anything, I quickly took the rest of my small steps and fell at Jackie's side. My shaking hand reached out and touched her face. She jerked back and whimpered again. "Jackie?" I whispered comfortingly. "Jackie it's me Steven." I withdrew my hand and I noticed it was moist. I brought it up to my face and studied it. Blood. "What's going on here?" I shouted again. "Get out." Another voice said. I looked around the room and noticed someone slumped next to chair. His blonde hair was tousled and his hand was holding a part of his other arm, which I guessed was bleeding. It was Wyatt.
"It seems," Mr. Burkhart started, " that Wyatt and Jackie were scheming to get rid of me." I looked back down at Jackie. She was leaning against the wall and her breathing was deep. How could someone do something like this to his own daughter? I didn't understand. "Why?" I asked. My voice was quieter and my fists were clenching again. "Why?" Mr. Burkhart said. "Because all my life Jackie has gotten in the way. I didn't even want her. She was a mistake. Her worthless mother is gone all the time, so I have to watch her. Wyatt has been helping her too. I knew he only became my assistant to watch over her. Like she was worth it." His voice was hoarse and his body was slightly swaying from side to side. "You're sick." I stated standing up. "Say that to my face you homeless boy." He threatened. This was going to be fun. If I thought beating up Wyatt for something he didn't do was funny, then this was going to be hilarious.
"Don't worry Jackie. I'll help you." I whispered in her ear gently. She looked me in the eyes and slightly smiled. I got up and walked closer to her father. He burped and switched the blunt object, which was a lamp, over to his right hand. I noticed a baseball bat near the door and grabbed it. He threw the lamp at me unexpectedly and hit me in the shoulder. It hurt, but I swung the bat at him, hitting him in the ribs. A loud crack was heard and his figure fell to the ground with a thud. I watched him for a minute trying to stand back up before I kicked his side. I wanted to beat the snot out of this guy. I wanted to kill him. I grabbed the front of his shirt and punched his face. "Stop it Steven." Jackie coughed from across the room. I didn't want to stop. It felt good to hit her father.