A/N: A lot happens in this chapter. It's probably one of the most...graphic...chapters yet- No! I theres no citrus or inappropriate stuff or anything just most cussing and gore. Oh, and I have a community, and I'd like some of you to join. Simple name: 6teen FanFictions. The exact adress is .net/community/6teen_FanFictions/69159. Please join! Other than that, hope you are enjoying the story! review!
Sierra
Jonesy drove up to the community center. He walked in the door and across the hall to the banquet room reserved for the club. He heard laughing coming from the door. He kept walking and went through the door. Then he froze. He saw Cassie, and her cousin Jenna, sitting on the little foam kiddie couch in the corner. He thought they must've been painting. But now the laughter sounded more like crying. He walked closer, and saw that it wasn't red paint, much less ketchup, or anything else he had expected. It was blood, gorging from their arms and faces. He ran over and tried to comfort the bawling children. It didn't occur to him that Sierra was standing in the doorway, laughing as he panicked. "So, Jonesy. We meet again," she said. "What did you do to them?!" he demanded. "Oh, I thought to take the 'villainous' approach to this. You thought you could just dump me, for that purple headed punk, didn't you? Oh, yes, you did, stupid damn boy. You thought I would be let off fine, find some other hot guy to spend my time with, forget all about you. Well I didn't," she said, and a sad, puppy dog expression came to her perfect tanned face, "I waited for you, Jonejone. I thought you would end up dumping that freak and running back to me. But no. You did just the opposite. You went off and married her! What does that bitch have that I don't!" she screamed, rage entering her body. "What do the kids have to do with this! How did you come to the conclusion that this would fix things? It's been almost fourteen years! What kind of idiot would wait for someone like me that long?" Jonesy said as he pulled the two still bawling children into his arms, and blood started staining his dark shirt. He pushed past her to bring the kids to the hospital. He ran out the doors and buckled them in the car. He sped off to the hospital, 911 meeting his phone for the second time in the last two days.
He drove up to the hospital, where the police were waiting. Not all of them, of course, half were going to hunt Sierra down. Paramedics rushed up to the car to take the children, who had lost almost five quarts of blood. They were both out cold, and Jonesy was stuck giving as detailed explanations as he could, as his daughter and niece were put in critical care rooms. When he finished that, he ran to the kids' rooms. "Oh, no, no, no!" he said as he saw the extremely low heart rates on the moniters through the glass. He took off to Nikki's room. When he saw her passed out in the bed, and Wyatt sleeping on the bench on the other side of the room, he panicked. He woke Wyatt up and told him first. Then he told Nikki that her daughter might die.
The tears were endless as Nikki blamed herself for even putting Cassie in the program. Jonesy tried to comfort her, with little progress. When she finally cried herself to sleep, he went to Cassie and Jenna lying in their beds. Across the room, Jude held a sleeping Jen in his arms, as he tried to keep himself from crying as well. Jonesy walked to sit by them. "Dude, this is so not cool. You haven't even seen the chick since we were what, sixteen?" Jude said. "I know! I hope she rots in jail for good. What kind of demented freak is she?" Jonesy said. Then they both heard two faint "Mom?"s coming from the other side of the bright room. Jonesy hurried over to Cassie as Jude tried to wake Jen up. "It's okay, sweetie, mom's down the hall a little, she'll be here soon," Jonesy said. He pressed the button for the nurse above her head, and watched his miserable daughter struggle in pain with and of the weak movements she attempted. "Cassie, just stay still," he muttered. By then Jen was doing her whole emotional life changing moment crying of joy thing, which Jonesy could actually tolerate today. Soon enough, the nurse came into the room and slipped a needle in the kids' arms to make them sleep again.
Nikki, Cassie, and Jenna spent the next week in the hospital, and then had to take medication for another three weeks after that. Other than those little cutbacks, everything returned to normal. The routine was the same, everything was starting to be kinda boring again. Until the social workers came up to the door one Saturday. And took Cassie.