Next one...yeah I know 2 at one time...but I really wanted to get this one up...hehe so here you go...I think theres' only two chapters left...
As time went on the group reunited and the hard feelings were forgotten. Blink had been car shopping but then got a call from the police that his jeep had been found in a scrap metal factory his insurance was covering the damage, but he was still bumming rides. I spent the day with Jack wedding shopping and we later went to a movie. After it was over I noticed that I had a voicemail from Spot.
"Heya Angel, It's me, uh Media's at da apahtment, she got jumped and she needs ya. Call me when ya get dis. Bye."
I tried to dial the apartment though I was shaking almost uncontrollably, I managed to get all the numbers in and the phone started ringing.
"Hello?"
"Spot, is Media still there?"
"Yeah, Mush is on his way, she ain't sayin a woid."
"Let me talk to her."
"Uh she shook hah head."
"Just give her the damn phone!"
"I can't she's been writing."
"What?"
"She wrote dat if she opens hah mouth den she'll staht cryin so she ain't sayin nuthin."
"She won't have to."
"Aight what da ya want me ta ask hah."
"Nothing just tell her that I'm on my way."
"Aight uh be safe."
"We will."
"See ya."
"Bye."
"What happened?" Jack asked.
"Media got jumped, we need to get home and fast!"
"Aight."
We jumped in the car and sped towards the apartment as fast as we could. We pulled to a screeching halt in front of the apartment and I quickly jumped out before Jack had completely stopped. I ran up the stairs and burst into the apartment like a storm.
"Media, sweetie, what happened?" I asked sitting down.
"Oakcliffe."
"You were in Oakcliffe?"
"MM hm."
"And you got jumped. By who?"
"The guy."
"The one from the gas station?"
"No, the other one."
"Food boy?"
"Spot I need paper." Media said as she started getting teary eyed.
"Ok, hold up, come here." I said dragging her back to my room. "Go ahead and cry."
"Mm-mm." she shook her head.
"Media, just let it out."
"I want Mush."
"He's on his way, but will I suffice for the moment?"
"Angel, Mush is heah!" Spot yelled.
"Send him back here please." I yelled. Mush entered my room looking about ready to kill, until he saw Media.
"Baby what happened?" he asked sitting down.
"The guy again."
"Which one?"
"I have to specify which guy attacked me!" She said crying.
"Unfortunately, yes."
"The one from the house."
"The rapist?!"
"YEAH!"
"There was a rapist in the house?" I asked.
"Not our house Angel, yours." Mush growled.
"I'll leave you two alone for a little while, I'll be in the living room if you need me." I said making a mad dash for safety.
"What happened?" Spot asked as I came to the living room.
"Mush scared me."
"He always scahs ya."
"When were you going to tell me there was a rapist that was in our house?!"
"It was a while ago Angel, when da three convicts was outta jail."
"They still are, the rapist just attacked Media."
"He did dat ta hah?"
"I'm guessing yeah."
"Did he actally…do it dough?"
"I don't know…uhm, Mush looked about ready to kill so I ran."
"Angel he ain't gonna hoit ya."
"You didn't see his face."
"I did when he walked in."
"That was before he saw Media."
"I hoid his tone when I told him."
"You're taller than me."
"I'se glad ya can admit dat."
"Shut up!" I said smacking his arm.
"Ya so violent Angel." Jack said walking in.
"Hey Jack." Spot said.
"Heya Spot."
"So uh how ya doin?" Spot asked trying to fill the silence.
"Good, we went shoppin all day." Jack said looking at me.
"What, it was stuff that needed to be done."
"That's what you say." Jack said.
"I say dat what you say is what I say." Spot laughed.
"Media said that too." I pointed out.
"How is Media?" Jack asked looking around.
"Uh, not good."
"Not good as in she got beat up, or what?"
"Well you know those escaped convicts that apparently attacked my house, though I have no recollection of this?" I started.
"Dat's because ya slept trough it." Jack said.
"Oh, well the rapist attacked her."
"Ah ya serious? He attacked hah in da house too."
"Ee."
"Apahantly he wanted ta try again." Spot said bitterly.
"Why are you so bitter?" I asked picking up on his tone.
"Me cousin is in dere and couldn't even talk, and ya askin me dat?"
"You didn't do anything to cause it."
"I need something ta drink." He said heading toward the kitchen.
In my mind I was strangling him at that moment, due to his evasiveness. Jack must have noticed this because he whispered in my ear.
"Let it go Angel." I growled at him.
"Dat don't scah me no moh. It used ta, but it don't anymoh."
"Fine."
"Uhm, we need ice." Mush said.
"Why?" I asked him.
"Because she's injured."
"Can she talk now?"
"Yeah."
"Ice is in the freezer."
"All right."
"Media?" I asked walking in.
"Yeah?" she asked looking up.
"Are you going to be okay?"
"One would like to think so."
"Do you want to talk about it?"
"Hmm, yeah I think I can."
"You wanna go in the living room?"
"Yeah, but I'm taking your blanket with me."
"That's fine."
We walked into the living room and plopped down on the couch as Media began to tell her story.
"Wow it's like story time." She said referring to how everyone gathered around her. "Um, I went to Oakcliffe to check up on a patient that goes to the clinic I intern at, the therapeutical one, yeah you all know, anyway that's why I was in that part of town. And so I did that and afterwards went on joy ride but I got lost because I was speeding and thought I saw a cop and I didn't want to get a ticket so I took all these crazy turns and lost him. But I got lost too, so I got out at some little gas station but it was abandoned except there was a map inside it and the door was broken so anyone could get inside. So I went in and was finding my barring when he came out of no where.
"You look familiar." He said putting a blade to my throat while grabbing my left arm.
"You smell familiar." I said remembering him to be the rapist that had attacked me in Acorn's house. "What do you want?"
"You."
"I'm spoken for." I said lifting my hand slightly so he could see the ring.
"I don't care."
"I guess if you don't care about personal hygiene you wouldn't care about that."
"I'm sick of your smart mouth."
"Then let me go." I said elbowing his ribs.
"Don't mess with me." He said dragging me toward the door.
"Leave me alone!"
"No." Fear of what he might do took over, I sieved the hand holding the knife and twisted it away from me while jabbing his ribs a few times, and I stepped away from him. He slashed out at me with the knife and slashed my stomach. I flashed back to the horror movie I had seen with the girl's guts spilling out.
"Aahh!" I screamed from the pain. He came at me and I started backing away.
"Why ya runnin?"
"Why you pursuing?" he gave me a lustful smile and kept coming. I grabbed the hand holding the knife and he tried twisting away from me but I held on so I was grabbing him from behind. He switched hands and stabbed me in the area between my hip and bottom of my ribcage. I gasped and stepped back quickly.
"Bastard."
"Wench." I moved toward him and swung with my right which he caught, stuck his leg behind mine and tripped me. He landed squarely on the cut on my stomach and I screamed.
"Get off me!"
"When I'm done with you I will." I struggled and he put more pressure on my gut. He leaned down over me and forced his tongue into my mouth.
"Aeh." I gulped. "Get off you smelly lump of lard!"
"I wouldn't be calling me that if I were you."
"Oh do you have repressed emotional scars from childhood?"
"Shut up bitch." He said punching me before kissing me again.
"My husband is going to kill you."
"Not if I kill you first." I brought my leg up and kicked him in the side of his head and I grabbed his hand holding the blade and kneed him in the elbow until he dropped it. I pushed him off and grabbed the blade before plopping down on his gut and sticking it into his throat.
"This is the second time you've tried to rape me."
"And it won't be the last."
"Yes it will." I said digging the knife into his throat. I saw a bright flash as I felt his foot come in contact with my head causing me to loosen my grip on the knife. He tried taking it back but I kneed him on his elbow and tossed the knife away. I punched him in the stomach and jumped up. He came at me and threw a left hook, which I blocked. I landed a firm punch to his gut and we exchanged blows for a moment. He moved toward me again and I pulled a box of the shelf next to my head down on him.
"You're not so tough without your knife."
"Says you." He brought up a left hook and the force of the blow turned my body. I came back at him with a combo of jabs to his face and sides. I threw another punch with my right and he blocked and countered with an upper cut to my bleeding stomach. I keeled over and he back-handed me in the face again spinning me around into a wall. I turned back and things were getting blurry, he had picked up the knife and I charged him. We wrestled for control over it when he brought down on my forearm. I let go and backed off. We circled a bit. I had my back to the wall and he round house kicked me in the left side of my head. I moved with the force of the blow so I could get more space between us.
"Come on sweet thing." He taunted. I knew not to kick at him thanks to Mush's experience, and I swung at him,which got me a slice on the other arm. I tried stepping around him and he cut my arm that he had gotten the first time. Growing agitated and hurting I started an attack and quickly found myself being grabbed once more. He put the knife to my throat while getting a hold of both my hands and pinning them in front of me while he stood behind me. He started moving me towards the door again when police sirens were heard and the cars pulled into the parking lot.
"This is the police put your hands up where we can see them!" they ordered to no avail.
"Back off, I have a hostage!" the freak yelled using me as a shield.
"All right, don't do anything rash, we're trying to help you!"
"Back off, get these cars out of here now or she dies!" I fought to get away and he dug the blade tip into my collarbone. I felt myself getting teary eyed from the pain and fought it back not wanting him to see it was getting to me. The cops backed off and he was pulling me to his car where God knows what he would do if he got away with me. Just then a shot rang out and he tipped forward tightening his grip on me. I looked at him and saw his shoulder opposite to me had been shot. I tried pulling away but he pulled me closer so that the knife was right in my face. Another shot was fired and I saw his leg buckle and began bleeding. He sank lower and he had pulled us both practically to the ground when I twisted his arm and ran to the police. They rushed him and put him in the back of a cop car. Then they took me to the hospital where I called my parents but they're not home so I called Spot since I knew Mush wouldn't be able to check his messages till later." Media said finishing her oratory. The room was silent as we all looked at her in shock.
"You poor thing." I said rapping my arms around her.
"That's what I get for speeding."
"Aw, my poor Media." I looked at Mush who looked torn yet insanely angry all at once.
"I'll be okay."
"Uh, Aleisha do you want to go home?" Mush asked. Media nodded and Media thanked Spot for picking her up from the hospital before they left.
"Dis is my fault." Spot said.
"No it's not." I told him.
"Nah, it is."
"No it ain't Spot." Jack said.
"Geh! I let dem go.!"
"No you didn't." I said.
"Yeah, aight."
"I don't know about you guys but I'm tired so I'm going to bed." Jack headed home and I went to sleep after making sure Spot was okay. The next day I had work at the theater so I had to wake up earlier than what I was use to. It was a tedious day of rehearsal and was relieved when it was over. I headed home to make dinner and sit down for the rest of the evening. I was in the middle of relaxing when Media called to see if I wanted to come over since Mush was working late and she didn't want to be alone. I agreed and went over, bringing my blanket and my big teddy bear that she loved and called Chub Chub.
"Media, I come bearing blankets and bears." I said from the front porch.
"You may enter." She said unlocking the door and opening it for me.
"So, what's up?" I asked sitting down.
"I didn't want to be alone." She said grabbing Chub-Chub.
"Okay…"
"Yeah Mush had to stay up with me all last night."
"Really? He looked pretty angry when you guys left."
"Yeah which is partially why we stayed up."
"Ah, so how are you feeling?"
"Sucky."
"I can imagine."
"Yeah, now it looks like I'm who cuts." She said looking at her bandaged wrist.
"Don't even joke about that."
"I'm not."
"Okay…good."
"Do you honestly think I would even joke about that?"
"Not generally."
"Generally?"
"Okay no."
"Sorry if I'm a little snappy, sleep deprivation is setting in."
"It's okay, I was the same way a couple weeks ago."
"Mush said something that made me laugh."
"What?"
"He said that he was going to find the prison that they put him in and kill him in his sleep."
"That's Mush for ya."
"That's why I love him."
"I can see that."
"I'm glad."
"So…yeah…" I said not knowing where to go.
"You don't know what to do, do you?"
"Not really no."
"Okay, how about I just vent and you listen."
"Listening is good, I'm good at that."
"All right. First off, I was still getting over the first time he jumped me and then that happened. Now I'm even more paranoid hence the reason that the door was locked. And I still don't have a puppy!" Media said covering her face with Chub-Chub.
"Um…I can bring Hershey over." I offered.
"It's not the same."
"I know but it would make you feel better."
"No, because Hershey isn't my dog so she'd be begging the whole time to go home."
"True."
"Oh and now Mush and I can match because we both have scars from knives!"
"Ow."
"Were you not paying attention when I told you what happened?"
"Yeah…I was too horrified not to."
"Horrified of what?" she asked pulling Chub-Chub down from her face.
"Of what had just happened."
"Yeah, now I have a nasty scar on my tummy."
"I'm sorry Media."
"Don't worry, I'll still have nice abs."
"Yeah, you do have nice abs…"
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
"Which is probably why the freako nacho went after me again!"
"Hey, it's not your fault that God blessed you with beauty."
"Maybe if I got fat and ugly, no one would ever mess with me again."
"You do and I might have to hurt you."
"Yeah plus then I'd be fat and ugly that wouldn't make me happy."
"No…believe me I know." I said referring to issues I used to have about that very subject.
"If you say you're fat I'm gonna punch you."
"No, I'm not, I used to be, but not anymore."
"That's right and who the heck stabs someone in the hip anyway?"
"Uh, freaky rapists?"
"Apparently."
"Yeah."
"And what stinketh about this overall,"
"Yes?"
"Now, I have to take time off of work, because I can't work. So now Mush has to pull more shifts to cover the medical bills."
"Poor Media."
"Don't pity me Acorn."
"Is there anything I can do to help?"
"Mm, just chill with me for a little while."
"I can do that."
"That's good."
"Aye. I took Jack to see my dress yesterday."
"And he loved it."
"Yeah."
"Did you show your mom yet?"
"Not yet, but I will probably tomorrow."
"Coolness. So, movie?"
"Yeah which one? Batman Begins."
"Anything, as long as the girls guts don't spill out on the floor."
"Okay." We had a Christian Bale marathon and I got to wait on Media as Spot did for me since she was supposed to be on bed rest. She wasn't as needy as I was for Spot. It was a little past midnight when Mush finally got home.
"Hey Angel hi baby." He said giving Media a kiss.
"Hey Mush." I said.
"Angel can I talk to you for a sec?"
"Yeah."
"Alone? If you'll be okay Media for a bit."
"Go ahead." She answered.
"Yeah I don't care." I said following him to the hallway.
"Okay, uh I can't believe I'm doing this but will you do me a favor?"
"Yeah what is it?"
"Uh, I haven't slept in over 24 hours and I need to, but I know she won't sleep and hates being alone. So could you pull an all nighter?"
"Do you have any caffeine?"
"That's not healthy, but yes."
"I'm gonna stay up all night I'm going to need it."
"Yes because caffeine is a stimul- wow I've been working too long."
"Go get some sleep I'll be fine."
"I know you will be."
"Okay let me call Spot and Jack real quick and then I'll be back." I said getting my cell as Mush went to see Media before going to bed.
"Heya Angel." Spot answered.
"Hey Spot. Um just letting you know I'm staying over at Media's tonight."
"Why aint Mush dere?"
"He is but he hasn't slept in over 24 hours."
"He aint dat friendly when he's cranky."
"Which is why I'm staying."
"Aight."
"Bye Spot."
"Oh how is she?"
"She's shaken up but okay."
"I don't see how she's okay afta dat." Spot mumbled.
"You know Media."
"Yeah I do."
"And that should explain it."
"Shoh. Aight night Angel."
"Night Spot." I then called Jack.
"Hey Angel."
"Hi baby."
"How ah ya?"
"I'm good um, just letting you know we may have to postpone this meeting with my parents till a little later tomorrow."
"Why what happened?"
"Oh nothing, I'm staying over at Media's tonight."
"What happened ta Mush?"
"He's here but he hasn't slept in over 24 hours, didn't I just have this conversation."
"If ya did it wadn't wid me."
"No it was with Spot."
"And how is he?"
"Nm still blaming himself."
"Hmm."
"Yeah."
"It'll woik out."
"I know."
"Aight I'se gotta get a lil sleep befoh woik."
"Mm k baby I love you."
"I love ya too Angel."
"Bye."
"Bye." I returned to find Mush half asleep by Media.
"Mush you can go to bed now."
"Wha- oh will you be alright?" he asked Media. She nodded and gave him a kiss before he went up stairs.
"So how are the guys?" she asked.
"Jack is fine. Spot's blaming himself."
"Dang it."
"Dang it?"
"Well he was acting weird on the way home but I couldn't call anyone else."
"How weird?"
"Just quiet, angry."
"Crap."
"You should go to him."
"No you need me more."
"Are you sure?"
"I don't think he'll kill himself before tomorrow."
"That's not funny."
"No it's not."
"Okay."
"Besides Mush would kill me if I left."
"No, he may feel a little betrayed but he wouldn't hurt you."
"That's good to know. But no, I gave my word."
"Hehe, oh while we're on the subject."
"Yes?"
"MM k I know he can get scary, but you really don't need to fear him."
"What brings this on?"
"Just from me observing you two."
"Yes he can be scary and when you're short like me, it's twice as bad."
"I am short like you."
"Yeah but he's in love with you, not me."
"Yeah but you're my best friend so he can't touch you."
"That's comforting."
"Then again, maybe you should get in a fight with him like I did with Jack and it will be like an inner circle thing." She giggled.
"I think the pain medication is kicking in because you don't know what you're talking about."
"Hehe, but no seriously a phone booth would work."
"What?"
"To trap someone."
"Wow." Was all I was able to say as she started laughing but stopped abruptly.
"Ow." She said holding her side.
"Aw. Poor little duck butt."
"I can't win." I cackled at her to which she hit me in the face with Chub Chub.
"Thank you so very much."
"You are welcome."
'Hm mh." I stayed up the rest of the night with her until Mush got up for work.
"Thanks Angel."he said getting ready to go.
"You're welcome."
"Okay baby I called your parents and they're home now."
"Yay." She smiled.
"So if you want I can take you to their place and pick you up on my way home from work."
"Which will be how late?"
"Not too late since I'm going in early like I use to."
"That will work. Thank you nutt butt."
"You're welcome duck butt." I said hugging her before I went out the door.
"Hey Angel." Mush called from the porch.
"Yes?"
"Are you alert enough to drive?"
"Yeah."
"You sure?"
"If I start nodding off I'll call Spot."
"Okay, see ya."
"Bye." I said before driving home to my bed. I arrived home and stumbled into the living room to find no sign of life from Spot.
"Spot are you here?" I called out.
"Oh uh yeay I'se heah!" he yelled from the bathroom.
"You okay?"
"Yup I'se just got a…um my gut hoits!"
"You sure you're okay?" I asked standing next to the door.
"Yes Angel I just need a sec."
"Do you want me to make you soup?"
"Na- actually yeah dat would woik."
"What kind?"
"Surprise me."
"I'll grab the first one I find."
"Dat would be a surprise den."
"Yeah yeah I'm tired leave me alone."
'Is Media okay?"
"Yeah she's okay."
"Shoh." He muttered.
"I'll be in the kitchen."
"Aight." I made his soup and waited for him to come out. After waiting I got impatient and wanted to eat it so I told him as much.
"I'm gonna eat your soup!"
"I don't want it anymoh."
"Are you okay?"
"Nmm."
"Spot?" I asked as I gently opened the door. He was sitting in the tub looking down. I looked at what he was and saw the blood gushing from his ankle where he had cut it.
"What the hell are you doing?!" I screamed. He didn't look up or answer me. "Spot…"
"I'se sahhy."
"For what?"
"I couldn't do it."
"Do what?"
"I couldn't quit."
"You never stopped cutting even after you said you would try?"
"I did, I had stopped."
"Then what happened?"
"My mistake caught up wid Media."
"What mistake?"
"I let da bahstahds go…"
"The convicts?"
"Yeah, dey was all detained an I let dem go."
"You couldn't have known they would find her."
"It's common sense, even if he hadn't gotten hah dere woulda been oddahs."
"You were just thinking about getting them out of the house and keeping us safe."
"Yeah and it woiked so well."
"Stop it."
"I tried, cleahly, I can't."
"No, stop wallowing in your self-pity. You couldn't have known."
"But why didn't I call da cops on em den?"
"Spot, look at me." He obeyed. "You had just been kidnapped and were in no shape to sit there and hold them until the cops got there, not to mention the power was out so you couldn't have called them anyway."
"I coulda used a cell phone."
"And while you were distracted they would have killed you."
"I dunno Angel, evrytime I try ta help I end up makin tings woise."
"That's not true. You helped me after the garage incident, you were there to pick up Media, and you came running everytime I needed you the past couple of weeks."
"Yeah."
"So you don't make everything worse."
"Okay."
"Okay what?"
"I won't cut anymoh."
"Promise me."
"I promise."
"Come on, let's get you cleaned up." I said helping him up and cleaning the cut on his ankle.
"I tink I cut a little deepah dan usual on dis one."
"How deep?"
"I dunno but it hasn't stopped bleedin foh quite a while now."
"Wahh." I cried.
"I know ya don't like blood Angel, I can clean it if ya need me to."
"No, if it hasn't stopped bleeding we should get you to the emergency room…but I'm tired." I said starting to really cry.
"Yeah, I ain't ridin with ya if ya gonna be cryin da whole way dere."
"I'll call Jack."
"Wheah's Mush."
"At work."
"Fine I'll call Jack."
"Okay." Spot grabbed my cell and called Jack.
"Heya My Angel."
"Dat's awkwahd."
"Gah, Spot why da ya have Angel's phone?"
"Because she told me ta call ya."
"Oh, what's up?"
"Uh, I uh, I need a ride."
"Angel can't give ya one?"
"No, she's a little um, not safe ta be on da road."
"Oh, wheah do ya need a ride to?"
"Oh no place in pahticalah, just da ER."
"Why?"
"Just come ovah, it'll be easiah ta explain."
"Aight."
"Bye."
"Bye."
"Ya know Angel, ya really need ta tell Jack ta stop saying 'Heya Baby' when he ansahs da phone."
"Yeah. You're looking a little pale."
"And ya eyes ah lookin a little bloodshot."
"I was up all night!!!"
"I can tell relax, geez!"
"I'm sorry you know how I get when I'm tired."
"Yeah, I'm awah of it."
"You should be, you've lived with me for 19 years."
"Mm-hm. Jack should be heah in a minute, so ya can relax."
"But…"
"Go ta bed."
"Wake me up when you leave."
"Why?"
"Because I'm not staying here."
"Wheah ya goin."
"With you."
"Why?"
"I…I just am okay?"
"Whatevah."
I laid down on the couch and dozed until Jack came and picked up Spot. I left with them and waited while they checked him out.
"DAT'S BULL CRAP!!!" I heard Spot yell.
"Oy, what's he doing now?" I asked the air.
"Uh, Miss Conlon." Called the Doctor that was seeing him.
"Yeah?" I said walking over.
"Uh, due to the fact that your brother has cut himself before, we need to hold him and have him tested to make sure that he's mentally fit before we can let him go."
"Can I talk to him first, alone?"
"Of course, right this way."
"Thank you." He led me down the corridor to where Spot was and left us alone.
"Hey Spot."
"Did he tell ya what dey wanna do?"
"Yeah."
"I don't wanna stay heah, I ain't stayin heah."
"What's the worst that could happen, they find out that you have a bad temper and let you go the next day?"
"Geh, no, I ain't a looney, I don't need ta be psychoanalyzed or whatevah it is dat dey wanna do."
"What if I got them to let you see Media once she gets better?"
"She'd hafta do it wid ona dere people."
"Would that be okay with you?"
"Could I go home in the mean time?"
"I'll see." I said walking out to talk to the doctor. "Uh sir." I started.
"Dr. Freeman." I recognized that name, where did I know that name from…he was the idiot doctor that popped my shoulder back in place.
"Yes Miss Conlon. Oh by the way, how is your shoulder?"
"Fine no thanks to you. Listen, I have a friend who is a psychologist, would it be all right if my brother saw her?"
"Is she licensed, or going through training?"
"Training."
"Then she'd have to have one of our Senior Psychologists evaluate him with her."
"All right, it maybe be a day or two, she uh got in a fight and is healing from it."
"Really?"
"Yes."
"Emotional, physical or mental healing?"
"Physical you dolt."
"That was uncalled for."
"You practically accused her of being emotionally unstable!"
"I need to be certain that the people who analyze our patients are healthy."
"Do you think she would have gotten this far if she wasn't?"
"No, but that was before she got in a fight."
"It wasn't the first time."
"Is she prone to violence?" He asked getting out a notebook.
"No, creeps are just attracted to her."
"She'll need to send in her credentials, and until then your brother will need to stay here."
"I'm not leaving him here."
"It is the law that he will either stay here or be in the custody of his parents until released."
"Hold on." I said walking back to talk to Spot.
"Well?"
"Well, they'll let you talk to Media, but you either have to stay here or stay with mom and dad."
"I'll go home."
"Okay." I said walking back out into the hall.
"He said he'll go home."
"Very well, he'll have to fill out paper work before leaving and his parents will have to pick him up."
"Fine." I said walking away. "Asshole." I muttered under my breath.
Mom and Dad came and got Spot and instead of mom raising hell it was dad, and it was scary. After he let them hear a piece of his mind and they left, Jack and I went back to his place and made more wedding plans, after I took a nap. A few days later Spot was taken back into the hospital to be analyzed. Media came and was wearing a shirt that covered the cut on her collarbone and long sleeves so they couldn't see her wrists. Ace and I went with them
"Did they say who I would have to work with?" Media asked.
"No." I answered.
"You good Spot?"
"Yeah, just don't wanna be here." He muttered.
"Okay just answer truthfully, because we can pick up lies."
"And for Pete's sake don't tell them you're cousins." I pleaded.
"Aight Angel."
"Thank you."
"We'll be fine." Media smirked.
"I don't trust that smirk." Ace said.
"It's Dr. Welmor." Media nodded toward a man walking towards us.
"What kind of a name is Welmor?" I asked.
"His name doesn't matter, I know how to work his kind."
"Yay, you're going to get my boyfriend released." Ace smiled.
"I think so, Spot just be chill."
"Aight."
"No, he'll ask you things that'll make you want to kill him but, just don't."
"Fine."
"Right this way." A nurse said leading Spot, Media and Dr. Weird name away. They were led to small room where the 3 were left alone. Spot sat down across the table from them. There was silence for a moment.
"Would you like to begin Doctor?" Media asked pleasantly.
"Oh I suppose. Sean, I do not find it proper to 'beat around the bush' so I will be quite direct with you. Are you ready?"
"Yeah whatever."
"Uh huh." He said scribbling in his notebook. "You are 19 correct?"
"I'll be 20 in four months."
"All right, and you're living with your sister."
"Only until she gets married."
"And then where will you go?"
"Wid me oddah sistah's boyfriend."
"Oh, interesting. And how does that make you feel?"
"Relieved dat I don't hafta go back home."
"And why is that?"
"Me muddah, she kinda tends ta hovah."
"Ah yes, mother hen."
"Moh like Muddah Hen on steroids."
"And do you think that it is possible that her tendencies may have given birth to the idea of self mutilation?"
"No."
"What about your father?"
"What bout im?"
"What is his character? And how does that influence your day to day life and decisions?"
"He's stahn, but helps me when I need it. I guess I use what he taught me."
"And I'm assuming those would be moral things."
"Yeah."
"All right do you think it is possible that any of your family may have influenced your cutting spree?"
"It wadn't dem, it was what happened ta dem."
"And what happened to them."
"Well, me sistah Angel, was almost raped in a pahkin garage, she got inta a fight tryin ta rescue me when I got kidnapped and she recently got kidnapped. Me oddah sistah, Riley, got a broken leg also tryin ta rescue me. Me goilfriend got attacked by a freak at a gas station and she was also mugged in an alley. Anoddah sistah, Brittany had hah boyfriend kidnapped. And me friends have gotten beat up so many times dat I lose track."
"My, and how does that make you feel?"
"Like crap."
"Because you feel guilty."
"If I may doctor, that is an unfair question." Media cut in.
"How's that?"
"In any such situation feelings of guilt are bound to linger for at least a small amount of time."
"That is true."
"A more fitting question would be if Sp-Sean, still feels that he needs to cut to relieve that guilt."
"Very well, Sean, does your guilt drive you to cut?"
"Not dat I feel guilty ovah what happened, moh dat I couldn't do anyting moh dan what I did."
"And what would have you done differently?" Media asked.
"I dunno, not been taken out so easy."
"So you believe that your attempts to help were, and still are inefficient." Said Dr. Welmor.
"Yeah, I guess so."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Ya kiddin right?"
"Not at all."
"I think Sean has established how he feels doctor."
"She's right."
"So it would appear."
"Sean would it be safe to say that you have now seen that cutting is not the answer to your problems?" Media asked.
"Yeah, aftah da look on Angel's face da last time, I ain't gonna do it again."
"Are you stopping for your family or yourself?" Dr. What's-his-name asked.
"His family is his motivation, so in a way I believe he's doing it for both." Media interjected.
"Ah. Yes."
"Yeah, it's foh both."
"And how does that make you feel?"
"Doctor, if I may finish the interview?"
"As long as the proper questions are asked, yes."
"Thank you." Media said turning her attention to Spot. "Sean, since we have concluded that you will no longer cut, what will you do to relieve your emotions?"
"Uh, I guess try ta be around people so I ain't alone and don't get tempted."
"That would be wise. And have you considered getting involved in any sports, martial arts, some activity."
"Uh, I could I guess."
"Are you attending college?"
"Yeah."
"Then perhaps, the time spent there will help occupy your mind."
"Yeah."
"However it is inevitable that you will be alone and will be tempted. And when that time comes, here is my card." Media said handing him the card.
"Tank ya Mrs. Lohr."
"Hehe, and there are of course many help lines available 24/7 to take your call."
"Yeah ona dem is called Angel."
"I've never heard of that one." Dr. Welmor said.
"It's me sistah."
"Doctor with your approval, I think Sean deserves a clean bill of health and immediate release." Media pronounced.
"So it would seem, I would advise that you seek counseling just to make certain that you stay on the right path and someone other than your family is monitoring you."
"Aight."
"Very well Sean, you are free to go." He said signing something.
"Tank ya." Spot said getting up and dashing out as fast as he could.
"How'd it go?" Ace asked as he came out into the lobby.
"If I heah annodah poison ask me 'how does dat make ya feel?' I'se gonna kill dem!"
"Okay but can you leave?"
"Yeah."
"Yay!" she said hugging him.
"Welcome back to the landing of the living." I said.
"And I'se get ta go back ta da apahtment."
"Yay!" I said. Media came out talking with the doctor and walked over to us after he left.
"Geh, he is the reason there's stereotypes!"
"Was he really that bad?"
"Yes, I'm glad he kept his attention on Spot and didn't see me wanting to kill him."
"Heheh."
"But no, you did good Spot."
"Oh ya mean Sp- Sean?" Spot smirked. Media hit him in the shoulder.
"Lets go before they try to test me for over violent behavior." Media said looking around to make sure no one saw it. We left the stuffy hospital and went out for lunch where Media changed into something cooler.
"Ya know, I think the scars on my arms are gonna look kinda cool." She said as we waited for our food to come. We all looked at her like she was crazy.
"And how does dat make ya feel?" Spot teased.
"Smart mouth."
"I'm just glad you're okay." Ace said to Spot.
"Me too." I said. We ate our food and dropped Media off at the gym to surprise Mush and he said he'd take her home so we left. Spot and Ace snuggled for the rest of the night and I was getting kinda lonely so I called Jack who came over and I snuggled with him.