It was more than likely seven o'clock that night, a little over two months since you began staying here, you couldn't really tell, though; mainly because you were half asleep on the couch, curled up next to Jake. This was your nightly routine, the two of you would sit on the couch, him telling you a story about some crazy adventure while you both waited for Dirk the get home from work. Today, however, he came home a little earlier, his usual poker face now replaced with that of knowing.
It honestly scared the hell out of you.
You guessed it was about thirty minutes later when there was banging on the door. Your blood froze as you heard someone screaming to open the fuck up on the other side.
Bro...
Dirk jumped from his spot on the floor and picked up one of his kantanas. He was so ready to kick some ass, but Jake stopped him.
"Dirk, go with Dave to his room. He has math homework he needs help with." Jake said calmly over the banging. With the door coming off at its hinges and the knowledge that Jake never went anywhere without a gun, Dirk nodded, "If he so much as-"
"Dirk, go hide Dave," Jake finally said sternly, "That door is not going to hold much longer."
Dirk nodded once again and steered Dave toward his room. He waited near the door, blade still ready incase he needed to step in.
Meanwhile, Jake unlocked the door, standing back in time for an angry, deranged, and very drunk Bro to come crashing in.
"HE'S FUCKING HERE, I FUCKING SAW HIM!"
Jake kept a blank look on his face, "And who might that be?"
Grabbing the man, Bro pinned him to the nearest wall, "You know damn straight who I mean."
Jake laughed sarcastically, "Was that even a proper sentence, Strider?"
Bro growled, slamming Jake against the wall once again, "WHERE THE FUCK IS HE!?"
"Again, who are you talking about?" Jake tried to maintain his composure but something was causing him to falter. And that's when the fist landed across his face.
"ANSWER ME!"
"YOU BASTARD." Dirk emerged from the room, sword in the air.
Bro dropped Jake, who fell to the floor and directed his attention to the other man. Jake managed to stand straight enough to stagger back to Dave's room. Once he got the door closed again, he turned to the frightened teen in the corner.
"Dave, I need you to do something for me..."
"W-what?"
"Call 911, now..."
A/N: Dun, dun, dun! If you could imagine the smirk on face as I wrote this chapter (my teacher thinks I'm up to something) MWAHAHAHAHAH! What's wrong with Jake? Are the babies okay? Oh wait, yes, the babies! Oh my! Wait, what about Dirk and Bro!? Dave!?
All shall be revealed...
NEXT CHAPTER!