I told her everything. About going out for a walk and meeting the biker gang and how Ty saved me. And how we went to the hospital and I was fine. I left out the part of sleeping on the bench and said I slept over at a friend’s, though I had no friends in the area. Amy’s mouth was agape. But she smiled again.
“You two went through quite the ordeal together!” Amy said. She smiled even wider and made a heart with her hands.
“I’m pretty sure he has a girlfriend!” I blurted. Amy’s smile dropped. But then it got even bigger.
“You’re jealous!” She teased.
“Am not!”
“Are too!”
“Am not!”
This went on for quite awhile until we finally decided to eat lunch. It was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. It wasn’t until about nine o’clock that Matthew came home. By that time I had already locked myself in my room. I was watching videos on the internet on the computer in that room. At about midnight I crawled into the bed. With it’s soft sheets and memory foam mattress. It was way better than the springy bed I had slept on at Mom’s. I picked up my phone and typed in the number of the prison. Nobody answered. I called again. An operator answered.
“Can I speak to Heather Rostro?” I asked the operator.
“Heather Rostro has been moved to a private facility due to inappropriate behavior,” The Operator responded. Inappropriate behavior?
“What did she do?” I blurted.
“I cannot tell you that information. My sincerest apologies,” The Operator said, and hung up.
I flopped back onto the bed and cried. Suddenly, the window shattered. Rocks flew in from the now agape space. Followed by bullets. I ducked down as bullets flew into the room. It had cut through the wall. Expecting someone to come up to see what the noise was about, I locked the door. Coming into the room would only cause them more danger. I ducked back down. The shooting had stopped. I peeked out the window. But before I could actually see what was happening, a body climbed into the room. The person grabbed my wrist, and that’s when I knew… The leader of the gang glared into my eyes. I smacked him, but he pushed me onto the ground.
“Help!” I screamed, as he punched me in the stomach. He punched again and again and again. I curled into a ball. And then he began to kick me. I screamed over and over and over until my throat was raw and my eyes were red from crying. And suddenly, there was Ty. He jumped on the gang Leader and beat him up. Making sure he was passed out, Ty came over to me.
“Are you okay?” He asked. I nodded solemnly.
“It doesn’t hurt that much. It’s just the prospect of them being able to come into my room,” I admitted.
“I should still take you to the hospital,” He said.
“No, really, I’m fine,” I say as tears continue to spill down my cheeks. “Just a little frazzled.”
“Okay. I’ll stay here if you’d like. Just for the night. To make sure they don’t come back,” He says as he lowers the Leader’s body to the ground. The rest of the Gang had already gone.
“That’d be nice,” I said. So, Ty set up a bed on the floor next to my bed and slept there.
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