Disclaimer: do I own not 'One Tree Hill'?
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Jake swung the plastic grocery bag onto his elbow and shuffled his cold fingers together. Shivering, he looked up at the sky. His breath created a small mist in the dark night. Far off in the distance, he heard villainous laughter and car wheels screeching over the road. He tried to think of other things, but the thought of screeching tires, likely topped with drunken teenagers, rested on his mind. When he heard a girl screaming he decided to run.
Off through the distance, down the street, he flew like a pouncing tiger. The plastic bag wavered behind him, slowing him down as the wind gathered itself up in it. He stopped abruptly when the two streets met and he saw the teens in their dark red convertible. As they slowed down in front of Jake, he realized that they were the guys from the party who had been bothering Peyton.
"Look it's a raven." They said mockingly. "Why don't you run off with your little boyfriends and leave the streets to people who can take care of themselves."
(A/N: As you can probably tell I'm not very good at teasing people. : ) so try to pretend they're saying mean things.)
Jake stood alone, listening to their mockery wondering when it would end. It seemed it wouldn't, so Jake began to walk away. "Hey where do you think you're going." The blonde said as he jumped out of the car.
"I'm going home." Jake said plainly as he continued down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Another guy jumped out of the car and leaped over to Jake. "We're talking to you." The guy grabbed Jake's shoulder and turned him around. Jake pulled back his fist and shot it at the unsuspecting guy, who fell to the ground.
Jake tried to make a break for it. But was jumped by one of the bigger guys. When he stood up, seconds later, the whole 'gang' had surrounded him. Jake's mind whirled around trying to find an escape. 'Maybe through a couple of the weaker ones.' He thought. None of them looked very weak.
"You're gonna regret the day you ever walked down this street." The blonde said as he approached his prey, slapping his fist into the palm of his immense hand. Jake thought about his friends, his daughter, and his family if only someone was there.
Jake felt his body being slammed between the guys. It was five against one. He had no chance. The guys mocked him as they threw him around like a rag doll. His thin Ravens jacket slipped off his tired body and he tried to stabilize himself. He looked around. Everyone was blurry. He continuously hit the same guy who struggled to defend himself. Hearing a small glass shatter he stopped and heard the guy yelling about his glasses. He tried again to run, but was sent to the ground by a hard object slapping his back. Curling up in pain, he felt a big boot knock the wind out of him as it smashed into his chest.
He listened as the guys walked back to their car. He let out a deep sigh of relief but held back his air when he heard the footsteps approaching him again. 'What did I do to you?' He asked himself.
The guy chuckled as he stared at the victim lying on the ground. His dark brown hair was streaked dark red, as was his nice and only white shirt. His left arm, twisted oddly, reached out for a broken bottle that rested near him. Jake opened his eyes. And saw a newly sharpened knife sitting above him. His eyes opened widely in shock as he kicked the guy in the shins. The knife plummeted downward and fell into the young man's upper arm.
He screamed out in pain and the blonde laughed, then grabbed the knife and pulled it deeper through his bloodied skin. Jake heard the tires screech away as the smoke from the exhaust pipe filled the sidewalk. He moaned as pain shot through his body. Tilting his head to the side, he tried desperately to see someone he knew. There was no one. He was alone.
Back at the house, Peyton began to worry. It had been almost forty minutes since Jake had left and he had still not come back. Pacing back and forth with Jenny in her arms, she decided to go find him. She set Jenny down, slipped on her jacket and went outside. It was really dark. Peyton looked around. The moon was hidden by a group of clouds that had invaded the town.
Peyton weighed her options and chose to go back inside. Quickly, she dialed the numbers that had been so efficiently engraved in her mind.
"Hi Lucas? ... Ya I need your help can you come over to Jake's? ... I'll tell you later, thanks, bye." She hung up her phone and waited for her friend to arrive.
"Lucas!" Peyton ran over to him, closing the door to the house.
"What's wrong Peyton?" He asked. Peyton explained her story while they walked to the store, hoping Jake had lost track of time. As they turned the corner, they saw a person lying on the sidewalk. Hurrying over, they wished that their thoughts were wrong and that they were seeing things.
"Jake?" Peyton said as she bent down over him. Tears filled her eyes as she waited for him to move. "Call someone!" Peyton ordered. Lucas called 911 and they waited.
Putting his arm around Peyton and Jenny, Lucas let the tears fall. Peyton leaned her head on Lucas' shoulder and began to whimper softly. Slowly Jake turned his head, and opened his left eye. Weakly he lifted his head and looked at them as if trying to see who they were. "Help is coming, Jake. Just hold on."
Jake's stomach rose up and down as he breathed. "Take care of her." He whispered as he stared into Jenny's eyes. "I love you..." a small tear dripped down his nose as he closed his eyes and gently set his head on the cold pavement.
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Keep your face to the sunshine and you will not see the shadows.
-Helen Keller
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Jake swung the plastic grocery bag onto his elbow and shuffled his cold fingers together. Shivering, he looked up at the sky. His breath created a small mist in the dark night. Far off in the distance, he heard villainous laughter and car wheels screeching over the road. He tried to think of other things, but the thought of screeching tires, likely topped with drunken teenagers, rested on his mind. When he heard a girl screaming he decided to run.
Off through the distance, down the street, he flew like a pouncing tiger. The plastic bag wavered behind him, slowing him down as the wind gathered itself up in it. He stopped abruptly when the two streets met and he saw the teens in their dark red convertible. As they slowed down in front of Jake, he realized that they were the guys from the party who had been bothering Peyton.
"Look it's a raven." They said mockingly. "Why don't you run off with your little boyfriends and leave the streets to people who can take care of themselves."
(A/N: As you can probably tell I'm not very good at teasing people. : ) so try to pretend they're saying mean things.)
Jake stood alone, listening to their mockery wondering when it would end. It seemed it wouldn't, so Jake began to walk away. "Hey where do you think you're going." The blonde said as he jumped out of the car.
"I'm going home." Jake said plainly as he continued down the sidewalk.
"Hey!" Another guy jumped out of the car and leaped over to Jake. "We're talking to you." The guy grabbed Jake's shoulder and turned him around. Jake pulled back his fist and shot it at the unsuspecting guy, who fell to the ground.
Jake tried to make a break for it. But was jumped by one of the bigger guys. When he stood up, seconds later, the whole 'gang' had surrounded him. Jake's mind whirled around trying to find an escape. 'Maybe through a couple of the weaker ones.' He thought. None of them looked very weak.
"You're gonna regret the day you ever walked down this street." The blonde said as he approached his prey, slapping his fist into the palm of his immense hand. Jake thought about his friends, his daughter, and his family if only someone was there.
Jake felt his body being slammed between the guys. It was five against one. He had no chance. The guys mocked him as they threw him around like a rag doll. His thin Ravens jacket slipped off his tired body and he tried to stabilize himself. He looked around. Everyone was blurry. He continuously hit the same guy who struggled to defend himself. Hearing a small glass shatter he stopped and heard the guy yelling about his glasses. He tried again to run, but was sent to the ground by a hard object slapping his back. Curling up in pain, he felt a big boot knock the wind out of him as it smashed into his chest.
He listened as the guys walked back to their car. He let out a deep sigh of relief but held back his air when he heard the footsteps approaching him again. 'What did I do to you?' He asked himself.
The guy chuckled as he stared at the victim lying on the ground. His dark brown hair was streaked dark red, as was his nice and only white shirt. His left arm, twisted oddly, reached out for a broken bottle that rested near him. Jake opened his eyes. And saw a newly sharpened knife sitting above him. His eyes opened widely in shock as he kicked the guy in the shins. The knife plummeted downward and fell into the young man's upper arm.
He screamed out in pain and the blonde laughed, then grabbed the knife and pulled it deeper through his bloodied skin. Jake heard the tires screech away as the smoke from the exhaust pipe filled the sidewalk. He moaned as pain shot through his body. Tilting his head to the side, he tried desperately to see someone he knew. There was no one. He was alone.
Back at the house, Peyton began to worry. It had been almost forty minutes since Jake had left and he had still not come back. Pacing back and forth with Jenny in her arms, she decided to go find him. She set Jenny down, slipped on her jacket and went outside. It was really dark. Peyton looked around. The moon was hidden by a group of clouds that had invaded the town.
Peyton weighed her options and chose to go back inside. Quickly, she dialed the numbers that had been so efficiently engraved in her mind.
"Hi Lucas? ... Ya I need your help can you come over to Jake's? ... I'll tell you later, thanks, bye." She hung up her phone and waited for her friend to arrive.
"Lucas!" Peyton ran over to him, closing the door to the house.
"What's wrong Peyton?" He asked. Peyton explained her story while they walked to the store, hoping Jake had lost track of time. As they turned the corner, they saw a person lying on the sidewalk. Hurrying over, they wished that their thoughts were wrong and that they were seeing things.
"Jake?" Peyton said as she bent down over him. Tears filled her eyes as she waited for him to move. "Call someone!" Peyton ordered. Lucas called 911 and they waited.
Putting his arm around Peyton and Jenny, Lucas let the tears fall. Peyton leaned her head on Lucas' shoulder and began to whimper softly. Slowly Jake turned his head, and opened his left eye. Weakly he lifted his head and looked at them as if trying to see who they were. "Help is coming, Jake. Just hold on."
Jake's stomach rose up and down as he breathed. "Take care of her." He whispered as he stared into Jenny's eyes. "I love you..." a small tear dripped down his nose as he closed his eyes and gently set his head on the cold pavement.
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Please Review!
I need 4 more reviews to put up the next chapter
Keep your face to the sunshine and you will not see the shadows.
-Helen Keller