Chapter 6: They Arrive!

It was a female's voice; nothing like her mom's though. "My uncle is trying to kill me and my best friend!" she screamed, fear showing in her voice. "Where are you and what your name?" the lady asked. "My name is Spinelli and I'm at 4361 Ashton St," Spinelli replied. "Is there anyone else there with you?" the lady asked.

"Yeah my best friend T.J," Spin said into the phone. "Are either of you hurt?" the lady asked. "We were both shot, me in the leg and him in the back," Spinelli replied. "There's an ambulance on its way, also some officers," said the lady. "Please hurry, my Uncle is armed with a pistol!" Spinelli yelled.

T.J had pushed the recliner into the door and he was praying for the cops to get there soon. He wasn't really feeling good anymore, then the banging stopped. T.J got suspicious, then he remembered, he didn't lock the back door! He ran to the back door, the knob was half turned already. He ran and
slammed into the door with all his might, then he locked it.

He tried to get up but he couldn't, his body was exhausted and losing all that blood didn't really help any. After about what seemed 5min when it was really only 2, he stood up. He hadn't heard any noises at all, and that scared him. He walked into the living room; everything was just as he left it. Then the door came crashing down and Dean appeared.

"Hello T.J," he said in a low voice. T.J held his ground and didn't speak. "So you know my little secret, well to bad you and my little bitch of a niece won't live long enough to tell it!" Dean yelled as he opened fire on T.J. T.J just dove behind the couch. Spinelli heard all the shots and ran into T.J's closet.

"T.J," she whispered, "you had better be alive, you promised." Dean still fired on T.J, then the shooting stopped. He looked over the couch to see Dean reloading his gun, T.J took this as his chance and charged at Dean, knocking the gun out of Dean's grip and knocking them both to the ground. T.J stood up as fast as he could and ran over to the gun. Dean grabbed T.J's foot and sent him back to the ground.

When T.J hit the ground, he busted his lip. Dean ran over and got the gun and pointed it at T.J, "so long boy!" T.J bowed his head in defeat. His whole life flashed before his eyes, the happy times, the bad times, his accomplishments and his regrets. The thing he regretted most was not being able to keep his final promise.

"Sorry I let you down Spin," he whispered. Dean fired the gun, but nothing happened. "What!" he yelled, lowering the gun. T.J looked at him, smirked then held up a small box, "looking for these?" Dean smirked backed, " there two bullets in here, so don't get cocky."

Dean raised the gun and shot, this time a bullet hit T.J in the leg. He was exhausted because the amount of blood he had lost so he wasn't as fast. T.J fell to the ground instantly. Dean laughed and laughed and laughed at the struggling boy on the floor. Dean made his way towards the stairs, he knew that the boy wouldn't let her be down stairs, in danger.

"I let you live long enough for you to hear your girlfriend's last scream," he laughed. T.J stood up and with every ounce of strength he had left. "No you wont," he said, the danger of his treat showing in his voice. "What can you do to stop me?" Dean asked. Then he heard the sirens of the cops and of an ambulance.

"That," T.J said smiling and walking over to the stairs. He blocked Dean from going upstairs. Dean pointed the gun at him, "move." "I won't let you hurt her," T.J said in a low voice. "Hold it right there!" a cop yell.

Another cop held his hand outside, to signal for the paramedics to wait. " Drop the gun!" another cop yelled. "Move right now," Dean said in a low voice. "No," T.J said matching Dean's tone. "Drop the gun!" yelled a female cop.

There were four cops in the room, all pointing their guns at Dean, who was pointing his gun at T.J. No way Dean was going to get passed him. "Shoot me and I'll shoot the boy!" Dean yelled. To show that he wasn't bluffing, he raised the gun's barrel, instead of pointing at T.J's heart, he was pointing it at T.J's head. T.J reached inside of his pocket and pulled out and put on his hat.

Spinelli was still in T.J's closet, she hadn't really moved since she heard the bullets stop. She had heard it all, the gun shots the silence, the cops coming in and what scared her most, Dean's threat to T.J. She wanted to go out there so badly. To see T.J, ok and unharmed, but she couldn't; she had promised T.J that she wouldn't leave the room unless the cops came to get her. She let a few tears escape her eyes.

She was frightened, for T.J and herself. "Sir, please put the gun down and let the boy go," the lady cop said in a stern voice. "He's free to move, he's been free to move, he just refuses too," answered Dean. "Boy, please come over here," the lady said. "No, and my name is T.J Detwiler," T.J said, not taking his eyes off Dean.

They were looking each other dead in the eye, if looks could kill, they'd both be dead. "T.J you need to come over here for your protection, my name is Leena," she said. "I said no, I'm not moving, I can't move or he'll kill her," T.J said, trying to be calm. He was definitely a good actor, he was pretending to be calm when on the inside, he was crying like a baby yelling for him mommy. "He'll kill who T.J?" Leena asked.

"Spinelli, his own niece," T.J spat out. "If you'd moved we'd make sure he wouldn't be able to do that," said Leena, practically begging T.J to move. "No," T.J said. "I'd do as she says boy, if you do I promise to make her death quick," Dean said, too low for the cops to hear. "Touch her and I'll kill you," T.J answered, his anger rising again.