Chapter 4: He's now Informed.

"Spin, please," T.J said, desperately trying to help his friend. The friend he'd do anything for, the friend he cared about the most, the friend that he loved. He loved her, ever since Gretchen had made them do that experiment. They had always helped each other in the past, why couldn't he help her now? Tears freely streamed down Spinelli's face, "I can't, you're already in danger Teej, please stay away from me, it's for your own good."

T.J took a step forward and place a hand on her shoulder, "I won't, I'm sorry I can't let you face whatever is going on alone." "You have too or you'll get hurt," she said, trying her hardest not to sob. They were on the corner of Ashton and Candid St. they were only 1 block away from their houses. T.J turned Spinelli around to make her look at him.

"Like I said before, I don't care if I get hurt if I can help," he said softly. Randell ran into his house. "Mom I need to use the phone," he said as he walked up to her. She handed him the phone and he ran to his room and dialed Spinelli's number. Dean heard the phone ring and answered it, "hello."

"This is a friend of Spinelli's from school, I just wanted you to know that she cares about a boy named T.J and he lives one house down from you. Also he wears a green jacket and a red cap, the cap is always on backwards," said Randell. "Why are you telling me this?" Dean asked. "Because she is going to tell him your little secret, and I know you wouldn't like that," Randell said, then he hung up the phone. Dean heard the click from the other end. He slammed the phone down and walked over to his bag of stuff.

He pulled out a small pistol and loaded it. "I told her not to tell anyone, I told that little bitch not to tell anyone," he mumbled to himself. Spinelli looked into T.J's eyes and saw that he was telling the truth. He really didn't care if he got hurt for her. " I can't Teej, he'll kill you; and I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that happened," Spinelli said.

T.J looked at her, "who will kill me? Is he the one who gave you that shiner? Who is he?" "I said I can't tell you," Spinelli said, choking back tears. T.J saw this and pulled Spinelli into a hug, "it's okay to cry Spin." So she did, she cried into his chest. For 10min, they stayed like that, him holding her crying form.

His head resting on her ski cap, and her head lying on his chest. After she pulled her head off of his chest he whipped the remaining tears away with his thumb. He put his right hand on her right cheek and she rested her head into it. "Spin, please let me help you, please," he begged softly. She nodded, "alright, you win."

"Thank you," he said. She took in a deep breath, "well, my parents went on their second honeymoon and left me with my Uncle Dean for a week. He beat me and told me if I told anyone that he'd kill the someone close to me, then Randell found out and blackmailed me; telling me if I refused to do what he says that he'll tell Dean about you and Dean WILL KILL you." T.J blood starting boiling again. An adult hit her; that's just not right. " What's going to happen next?" T.J said.

"I really don't know," Spinelli said. She looked down at the ground; she suddenly found her feet very interesting. T.J put his hand under her chin and raised her head slowly. "Listen, I want you to come to my house; we'll call the cops and they'll put him were he can't hurt you," he said in a serious tone. "I can't he'll know something is wrong, Randell has probably already called him," Spinelli said.

"Well, you can't just go back?" T.J half yelled. "That's my plan, I go back and pretend like nothing happened; then you get home and call the cops," said Spinelli. "No! I won't let you, do you know how dangerous that is!" T.J asked. He really didn't want her going back home. "Please Spin, let's go with my idea," T.J begged.

"NO! He'll see me walking with you and come after you," Spinelli said. " Then you can walk on the side of me that faces the street, he won't see you," said T.J. "But he'll see you!" Spinelli yelled. "We can switch jackets and I'll take off my cap, if Randell did describe me, he won't be able to tell it's me," said T.J taking off his jacket and offering to her. " Ok, but this plan better work, or we're so screwed," she said, taking the jacket.