Author's Note: Home alone! Everyone else is at work. Any who, I thought it was time for a new update. So I decided to deliver. Here is the continue on of Broken Glass.

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This chapter is dedicated lstine2000. Love the idea.

Chapter 17 - Emergency

Clove POV

I was told we were going to do some big formal day for school. I needed to figure out my makeup. Tomorrow was Monday and formal day. I would do my makeup but I'm not in the mood. I was still in my pajamas. A white tank top and white high waist shorts. I then decided to pick my outfit first. I just walked up to my closet when I heard someone knocking on the door. Wait. That isn't knocking. That's pounding. That's two people pounding. It also sounded like the people were yelling for Jett. Cato and Marvel. I guess they don't know Jett isn't home. I go downstairs and open the door. Cato and Marvel burst past me and into the living room.

"Hide us!" Cato whimpered.

I shot him a confused look before going to shut the door. I was stopped by three boys runny in. The looked like criminals. Two started looking while one lifted me over his shoulder. I screamed and kicked. I then had and idea. I whipped out my phone and dialed Jett. The guys adjusted me on his shoulder at this moment and my phone fell out of my hand. In landed by the TV and ended up behind the stand. Jett would know if I wasn't on the other end, he would know there was an emergency and to come home. I realized what was going on though. These must be the guys who burned down the building that Cato and Marvel were blamed for. Why were they here? What did the want with Cato and Marvel?

"What's going on?" I barked to no one in specific.

"We need to get revenge on those little nut balls for getting us busted. First things first, we need to find the boys," the guy carrying me explained.

"And why am I over your shoulder?" I demanded.

"We can't have you telling the cops on this. So basically after we deal with your little boyfriends, we'll deal with you too. Question, what is Jett short for? Jett seems like a boy name."

I rolled my eyes. Idiots. Jett is my brother's name. Hold up. They think I'm Jett? So they don't know that Jett isn't me. That means they don't know Jett is coming to help.

"My full name is Jetta-Lynn. These idiot always try to come up with nicknames for me because they hate the name, Jetta-Lynn."

"Wow, your boyfriends are idiots. They name Jetta-Lynn is beautiful."

"Okay! They both aren't my boyfriends. One is, they other is dating my best friend."

"That is so bad for your best friend that she is going to lose you, your boyfriend, and her boyfriend."

I kicked the guy in the gut. He kept holding onto my legs but bent over. I leaned over backward and did a back kick-over. In the process, I kicked they guy in the jaw and knocked him unconscious. The other two guys raced into the room as Cato and Marvel came out of their hiding place to see if I was okay. One guy came and pushed me towards the other guy. The other guy caught me and held a knife to my throat. The first guy whipped out a gun and aimed it at the boys. Knowing Jett, he looked in the glass, saw the scene, and went to the back door. I tried to look at the face of the guy holding me. I couldn't but I did see some raven hair, pale skin with light freckles, and emerald eyes over his shoulder. I knew there wasn't a mirror there. It was Jett. He swung a frying pan and the guy holding me and he was knocked unconscious. I hugged my brother as the guy with the gun turned to Jett and me. Jett knocked me to the ground under him while Cato and Marvel dealt with the gun guy before he shot us. Jett pulled me to my feet while the gun guy was restrained. Jett led me to the kitchen and handed me his phone. He told me to call 911 while he help Cato and Marvel. I used line two on his phone to call 911.

"911. What's your emergency?"

"Hello? My house is being invaded by escaped criminals and they are trying to kill us."

"Us?"

"My brother and his friends are also here."

"Alright. What is the current situation?"

"Two guys are unconscious and the boys are dealing with the third guy."

"What is the address of your house? We will have someone there shortly."

"297 Mockingjay Street."

"We will have somewhere there soon."

The other end went dead. I sat down behind the counter hiding. I stayed quiet. The sooner everything was dealt with, the sooner I could go play some music. I placed my head on my knees until I heard Jett quietly call my name. He asked for me to come into the living room. I instantly regretted coming into the room when I saw the current situation. All the guys were being restrained and the guy holding Jett had a gun pointed at me. All of the guys regained consciousness? Oh crap. I couldn't go anywhere without being shot. I held my hands up as I walked towards the criminals. I walked towards the gunman and he relaxed the gun. I kicked the gun so it went flying across the room. It didn't shoot but it hit the wall and left a mark. The gunman released Jett and lunged at me. he pinned me against the wall while the other two grabbed Jett's arms. The guy was ready to snap my neck but Jett managed to get the guy's attention.

"Nobody hurts my sister," he said getting out of the others' grips and grabbing the gunman by his throat.

The boys wrestled while I tried to catch my breath. I couldn't. I saw a couple cops come in and the last thing I saw before I blacked out was Jett running to my side.

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I woke up in the hospital. Jett, Cato, Marvel, and Desiree were all here. As soon as I opened my eyes, Jett pulled me into a hug. I pushed him away.

"What happened? I don't remember anything after the first cops came in," I said.

"What happened was the criminals were escorted to police cars and some medical workers came in to see if anyone was injured. Since I couldn't seem to get you to regain consciousness, an ambulance brought you here," Jett explained tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear.

"I am so confused. Why would the criminals want revenge on Cato and Marvel for not taking the blame for a crime?" I asked.

Desiree shrugged and sat down on the bed beside Jett. "We need to remember there isn't always a motive. You've seen Scream."

A doctor came in and told all my friends to clear the room. I held Jett's hand until he was fully out of my reach. I lightly shut my eyes careful not to fall asleep.

This just got really real.

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