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CHAPTER 11
Jade's POV

But I wasn't running to get away. I was running to the door because I knew that there was a weapon by it.

The umbrella.

Yes, it was an umbrella, but in the heat of moment, it was the only thing I could think of that I could attack my dad with, especially with my two stupid subconscious yapping away and keeping me from thinking straight. My feet slipped across the floor in my haste. I grabbed the huge umbrella in my hands and rushed back to the kitchen.

My dad had pulled out the half-broken bottle from Tori's leg and stabbed it in again. She screamed and I felt anger burning in my throat like a fire. I charged at my dad, hitting him in the side with the pointy end of the umbrella. He yelled and fell off of her onto the floor with a crash.

I kept my hand on the umbrella as my dad struggled to get up, his arms grabbing the air madly as he tried to find something to hold onto. There was blood spilling from his side, but I think he was too drunk to feel anything. The only thing he wanted was to kill us now.

I reached down with my other hand and tried to pull Tori up.

"Tori! Get up, come on!" I dropped the umbrella onto the floor and used both of my hands to get her to stand.

"Ow! Jabe, leggo!" Tori seemed to come to life, and she tried to push away from me, collapsing on the floor, squealing in pain when she landed on her bad leg.

"No, get up! We have to get out of here!" I tugged on her arm.

"Ow, stob," Tori mumbled, more tears appearing in her eyes.

"Hurry up, then!" I yelled, feeling more and more panicked by the second. I come back to save her, and she wasn't cooperating at all.

My dad was standing up, drool and blood coming out of his mouth, and he was holding onto the couch arm to steady himself.

"Your bab," Tori said, starting to sob, "pud sometin in by leb."

"What?" I glanced over at my dad and saw that he was trying to reach for a broken wine bottle on the floor, but he was so weak and drunk that he fell over trying to pick it up.

Good. That would buy us some more time.

"By leb hurds," Tori moaned.

"Just suck it up until we get out of here," I replied, my more Jade-like mood coming back. If I was going to rescue her, I wasn't going to change my attitude one bit. I grabbed both her arms and pulled her into a standing position. Tori screamed and collapsed, but I caught her before she hit the floor.

"By leb, by leb," Tori cried. "I cand walk."

"Oh my God," I groaned. How the heck was I going to get her out of my house now? "It's only one leg. Can't you stand at all?" I took a look at my dad. He had the wine bottle in his hand and was creeping towards us on his knees, no fear or pain in his glassy eyes.

"Doh," Tori whispered, shaking her head.

I sighed. Why does every good thing I try to do end up complicating the situation more than before? Tori grabbed my shoulders and finally attempted to pull herself up. I leaned over and helped her until she was properly on my left side, holding on to me for dear life.

"Okay, then, let's go," I said, taking a step forward. Tori's grip around my neck tightened so hard around me that I lost my breath for a moment. "What the heck is wrong now, Vega?" I choked out, not stopping as I half-carried, half-dragged us out of the kitchen.

"Oh by Gob, dis hurds so much," Tori said in a tight voice.

I had the strong urge to tell her that it was her problem and she should just suck it up until we got to the door, but I kept my mouth shut. I took us three more steps, and Tori was literally panting in my ear. What the heck?

"Hey, wait, where'd my dad go?" I asked her, stopping in our tracks.

"Right behind you," a voice that could not be Tori's said.

Before I could react, something hit me very hard in the back and I fell forward, taking Tori down with me. Tori shrieked as we fell, but she still was holding on to me.

"I'll kill you both," my dad snarled loudly.

I looked over my shoulder to see if I could determine where my dad was standing, but we were in the living room and it was pitch-black. Tori's grip loosened on me and eventually disappeared completely as she tried to crawl in a different direction.

Suddenly, I saw something sparkle in the faint lights coming from the kitchen. I rolled onto my back, pushing Tori out of the way, and I saw the sparkle move. Immediately, there was a loud smash, and I looked at the spot where I had just been lying, seeing the broken remains of a wine bottle.

We have to get out of here now, we have to get out of here now, I thought desperately. It would only be a matter of time before my dad found something even more dangerous to use on us.

"Tori, run for the door!" I yelled, standing up shakily and peering around in the darkness.

"I don know wid direcshun dat's in," Tori replied in a muffled voice on the floor.

I was about to say something else when a foldable chair came flying at me from a random direction. I toppled over into the bookshelf, sending the objects scattering across the floor. I struggled to get up, but I had nothing to hold on to.

Suddenly, something else came zooming towards me. With my luck, it hit me full in the face, and I fell back over in the pain of it as I heard the bottle break when it made contact. I grabbed my face in my hands, feeling the sticky liquid and glass pieces now stuck in my skin.

The lights in the living room came on, and I was briefly blinded. Through my fingers I saw that Tori crouched down by the couch, and I took my hands off my face and blinked, seeing my dad standing by the light switch.

Blood stained the side I had stabbed with the umbrella, and he leaned over a little bit, like he was in pain or something. His pants at the knees were torn open and his shirt was half unbuttoned at the bottom. There was a gash on his forehead and a bruise on his chin, and his bloodshot eyes darted around the room. In his left hand was the foot-long bread knife that we kept in the kitchen, and his right hand was pulled into a fist.

Where is Beck? I thought. He should be here by now.

"Tori, go to the door," I said slowly, getting up painfully.

"I'b nod gonna leab you," Tori said stubbornly. "You didend leab me."

My dad limped away from the wall where the light switch was. His legs flopped around wildly, and I was surprised that he managed to keep his balance. The knife hung loosely at his side. I leaned over and picked up half of a beer bottle, turning to face him.

This time I actually stand a chance against him, I thought boldly. All of the other times he always had one thing on his side: the element of surprise. Sure, he did have it this time, but now I was fully prepared with a bottle in my hand and I turned to face him. I said loudly, "Tori, get out of here and go find help."

Tori shook her head.

My dad was getting closer and closer to me, inch by inch.

If Tori doesn't get out, it's going to be too late.

"Tori, if you really care about me, then you'd go and get help." I brought the bottle up to show my dad that I would use it if I needed to. I don't think he saw it because he didn't even hesitate. Or he was just really, really drunk.

I glanced down at Tori and she was crying again. But for some reason, I knew that they were not tears of pain, but tears of concern and sadness. She didn't want to leave me here with my dad. She had to, though, if she wanted both of us to get out of this alive.

"Jade, you make such wonderful friends," my dad croaked, twirling the knife in his hands. I thought he was going to drop it, but he didn't.

"And you obviously don't," I countered, gesturing to the trash-filled room.

My dad wagged a finger at me. "Don't be like that," he said in a slurred voice, taking a big step forward. I stepped back, colliding into the half-broken bookshelf and almost falling over again.

I felt threatened when he moved towards me. Whenever he did that, it usually meant that he was getting ready to beat me.

So this time I made the first move.

I lunged at him, knocking him off his feet and causing him to land on his back. The knife slipped from his fingers and fell to the floor with a clatter.

"Run, Tori!" I yelled, breaking my dad's nose with the bottle in my hands. He coughed and spluttered as blood sprayed everywhere. I was going to hit him again, but he grabbed my arm before it could touch his face, and in that brief hesitation, he took advantage and kicked me off of him. I flew in the air and landed in the hallway by the stairs, and it was far away from the front door.

My dad got up faster than I thought possible, picking back up the knife. I tried to stand up, but I couldn't breathe and my head was spinning. He charged towards me, knife raised in the air.

I knew that he was going to kill me. I strained my ears to see if I could hear the front door opening and Tori getting out of the house. I was trying to look around my dad, to see if I could find Tori's shadow.

But he was in the way, leaving me to keep looking at the sick, evil expression on his face and the knife in his hands.

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Tori's POV

I didn't want to leave Jade as she stood up to confront her dad. After all, he was holding a bread knife and looking more dangerous than ever. And I was supposed to be the one confronting him about his abusive habits, but instead I was sitting here on the floor with a bottle stuck in my leg.

"Run, Tori!" Jade yelled as she tackled her dad to the floor. She broke his nose with a shattering smash from the bottle in her hand, and then tried to hit him again. Mr. West grabbed her arm in mid-air, and while Jade was stunned by the sudden movement, he kicked her in the stomach and she disappeared down one of the halls that were out of my view.

I struggled to crawl towards the door, every movement sending pain shooting up my leg. I reached up and grabbed the doorknob, desperately trying to twist it in my hands.

It finally clicked and swung open. I looked behind me and saw Mr. West going after Jade, the knife in his hand. I used every last ounce of my power to drag myself onto the front porch.

I lay down, trying to breathe, listening to the door close firmly behind me. I would need to get help if I wanted Jade to get out of there alive. My leg was hurting worse than ever, and I knew I needed to take a rest in case I passed out.

Suddenly a truck came by and parked on the curb. Seconds later, another familiar-looking car swerved around the corner into view, parking abruptly behind the truck.

I waved my arm back and forth, and the truck door opened.

And out came Beck.

The car door opened and André hopped out, looking over at Beck briefly, worry etched into his face, and very noticeable even in the dark.

My heart soared immediately, and I don't think I've ever been happier in my life to see them both.

"Bed and Andway!" I said excitedly, grinning slightly at the way I pronounced their names through my bloody nose.

"Tori?" André called, running around the front his car and heading towards me. "Oh my God, what happened?" He crouched down next to me, looking up as Beck charged towards us, limping slightly. As he got closer, I saw several nasty bruises and cuts on his face. I wondered what had happened to him.

"Jabe is dill indide," I tried to tell him, but I still couldn't talk right. "Her bab is in dare." I paused, looking up at Beck. His face was stone-still before he went behind me and barged into Jade's house without saying a single word.

"Whad's goin' on, Andway?"

"Shh…stop talking, Tori." André grabbed my hand, kneeling down. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his dark green PearPhone. He dialed with one hand and said, "I think we're going to have to move—"

He never finished his sentence because at that moment, there was terrible, ear-piercing scream that obviously couldn't have been Beck. André's eyes widened, and he leaped up, entering the house, but not before throwing me his phone.

I brought it up to my ear, resenting getting my blood on the smooth surface. I hoped André wouldn't mind too much.

"911, what is your emergency?" a female voice on the other end answered.

"I deed helb," I told them, "I'b at a fwend's house and her bab attad us." I was silently cursing at myself for the way I was talking. It would probably take the lady on the other end a while to figure what I had said, if she had understood and heard me at all.

"I deed helb," I repeated, stretching out the words. "My fwend has been attattid by her fawder, and we deed helb now."

There was a silence on the other end, and my heart starting racing again.

"You need help," the voice said, "Your friend has been attacked by her father, is that correct?"

"Yed, yed," I exclaimed, hearing noises coming from inside the house. It sounded like people shouting and lots of thuds. I looked across the street and saw lights appearing in the windows of the neighbors.

"Okay, give us your exact location and don't hang up," the person said, as I quickly rattled off Jade's address. "Just stay calm and don't worry; help is on the way."

Sneaky plot twist huh? See, I wanted to make you guys believe that Jade was going to leave Tori, even though she was really just getting something to defend herself with.

Yep. So that is like the biggest moment of the entire story, right in this chapter.

Tell me what you expected to happen and how you felt what did happen! :)