Thank you for the wonderful reviews! I'm always looking for new reviews to read! Here's Chapter 13! Hope you enjoy!
"Where is my son!"
Mack looked up from her seat on the floor in Troy's hospital room. Her and Calum had been playing cards, since neither of them could fall asleep. Calum had been lucky, the biggest damage Cam had done was break a few of Calum's ribs. Troy- who had been awoken by the noise- moaned. Mrs. Bolton grabbed hold of his hand and pushed hair out of his face. She started singing a lullaby she had sung to both Mack and Troy when they were younger- and it had always worked. Jack strode over to the door and opened it, coming face to face with Daniel Boucher.
"Bolton, where's my son? I got a call from the hospital telling me he was here." His voice boomed though out the hall- waking many patients- at a volume no man should reach at 3 am in the morning.
"You know Daniel, you will never get your way by yelling at me and I would appreciate it if you wouldn't wake up my son."
"Oh, I'm sorry, did I wake your little boy," he said in fake sympathy.
"Get out," Coach Bolton said in a voice that made Mack remember Chad's voice earlier when he had learned Cam had come.
"Not without my son," Mr. Boucher said, pushing past Jack and grabbing Calum by the arm and jerking him upward. The sudden movement hurt Calum's ribs, which would be sore for days. He cried out in pain, making Mr. Boucher turn around and face his son concerned. "What happened?"
"Cam broke three of my ribs."
Mr. Boucher's face changed to an angry expression. "Calum, tell the truth."
"He is Mr. Boucher," Mack said standing up.
"You have done enough," Mr. Boucher sneered. He looked over at the girl and his face held a look of disgust. Jack walked over to his daughter and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I think, it's time for you to go, Boucher. You can leave Calum here-"
"What do you think I'm crazy Bolton? Leave him with you? You have already brainwashed him into thinking East High is where he needs to go, I won't have you doing anything else to get him off the path we have laid out for him."
"Let go of him, don't you see you're hurting him," came a weak voice. Troy tried to lift himself in his bed, but he was pushed back down- gently- by his mother. "You know, a father should be more concerned about his child, not were he goes to school."
"You!" Mr. Boucher turned on his heel and pointed his finger at Troy. "You're the whole reason we got into this mess! Had you not been in the hospital, Calum wouldn't have run off."
"Troy is not the reason Mr. Boucher," Mrs. Bolton said. "No one is guilty of anything, except for your son who hurt his little brother."
"That's it, Calum we're leaving!" Despite Calum's painful moans, Mr. Boucher pulled the boy down the hall and to the elevator. The entire time, yelling at him about how bad the Bolton's were.
Mack walked over to Troy's bed and sat on the side. "You actually tried to help him. I didn't think you would.," she whispered.
"He was hurting him Mack. I had to say something," Troy said in a hoarse voice. Mack smiled and kissed her brother's forehead. Troy took a deep breath and shut his eyes. Within moments he was sound asleep.
Mack reached over Troy and held her mother's hand, not looking up from Troy's peaceful face. Jack walked over and sat in the seat next to his wife, placing his arm around her shoulders. Mack sighed before placing her head on Troy's chest- struggling to get in between the wires and not mess them up- and fell asleep.
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"Bailey, is Mack sick again?"
Bailey looked around not knowing what to say. She didn't know where Mack was.
"She's at the hospital, Mrs. Peters," came a voice from the open door. Calum walked up to the front of the room and gave the homeroom teacher his late pass. "Troy collapsed the other day, she's staying with him," he explained before taking his seat in the third row next to Adam and behind Teagan.
The whole class had started whispering. "Did you see his eye?" "He seems so tired." "How does he know where Mack is?" "He looks horrible." It was true, Calum did look horrible, he had a black eye and was walking slow from his broken ribs. He also hadn't gotten very much sleep, the moment he got home he had a lecture about how a Boucher is supposed to hate a Bolton. He had finally fallen asleep at five in the morning, sitting in his seat at the kitchen table. His mother called in to tell her work she would be late, to let him sleep an extra hour.
"Dude, you okay?" Teagan asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine."
"How did you get the black eye?" Adam asked.
"You don't want to know."
The door opened once again, "sorry I'm late Mrs. Peters. Troy made me come." The whole class turned to see the one girl who never cried walk into class with her head held high. Mrs. Peters whispered something in her ear and Mack shut her eyes. Calum knew she was fighting back tears. She opened her eyes, which were behind a window of glassy tears that she wasn't going to let fall. She walked to her seat next to Bailey, looking at the clock, silently drumming her fingers on the desk. After a minute she looked down at her lap, Calum watching her every move. Bailey and Keisha led her out of the room, leaving the rest of the class to wonder if Troy was going to be okay.
Calum turned his head to stare out the window at the sunny day, before getting up out of his seat and walking to the door. He could hear whispers, but he didn't care. He started to jog down the hall toward the girls, who were leaning up against the wall at the end of the corridor. He grabbed Mack in his arms, holding her as tight as he could. In his mind, he was seething from the pain, but his heart was telling him to do this. His heart was telling him to do the right thing. For the second time in his life, he broke out of what was expected and followed his heart to a place where he didn't know what would happen.
Tell me what you think! I hope you liked this one. I need a name for Mrs. Bolton, so if you have any ideas, let me know! Thanks. Review!
