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Chapter 14
By Taylors-wolf-girl

 


I shot up in my bed and noticed I was sweating. I wiped it off and made sure I hadn't woken up Cone. I went into the living room downstairs on the main floor and sat on the couch. I rested my head against the back of the couch and listened to the silence of the house. I heard the front door open and being my stupid self I walked over to see what it was. Three guys… Hmm… Derek, Steve and Dave!!

“what are you guys doing here?” I whispered to them

“kidnapping Cone for his birthday” Derek whispered back

“cant you guys just be normal for once?”

“no we cant now which room is it?”

“it's the uhhh third one on the left” I went back to sit on the couch as they went to kidnap Cone. About 30 seconds later I heard him scream then a muffled noise because they shoved something in his mouth. They dragged him down the stairs and out the door. I could feel the cool breeze on my arms so I grabbed a sweater, and ran out to see how their plan was going. It was failing, Cone wouldn't stop flailing around so they couldn't get him in the mini van. Dave got kicked in the stomach, Derek got kneed in the face and Steve was laughing but got him in the van. They drove off and I stood on the front step watching the dust trail they left behind from the gravel road.

“alone for a while now!!” I said to myself and a car drove up our drive way. The person got out and I still couldn't tell who it was. April.

“what are you doing here?” She looked scared as if something happened, her clothes were torn and face wet from crying.

“I need his help where is he?” I led her into the living room.

“he's not here he went out, what happened?” she looked away took a deep breath and said,

“my boyfriend got drunk and he came back to my place and well, I think you can guess the rest” she gave a half smile then wiped it off.

“oh my god, are you ok? You have to tell the police” she shook her head in disagreement

“no I cant tell them, I cant tell anyone, he'll kill me” she kept shaking her head.

“well if you don't I will” I got up and walked to the phone. “what was your boyfriends name?”

“ Ricky Daniels” I picked up the phone and dialed for emergency.

“(hello please state your emergency) I need to report a rape (state the name please) Ricky Daniels (ok ma'am we'll need you to come down to the station and fill out a form) ok I'll be right there thank you” I hung up the phone and told her she needed to go down.

“don't worry its for your own good”

“ok I'm trusting you here so umm I guess I'll come by later if your home” I smiled at her and waved her goodbye. She didn't know that I lived here with Cone and sometimes the others. So that was good. I walked back inside and went upstairs to have a shower.

“end of the fourth month and I'm already started to show” I laughed at myself and went to take a shower. I started singing , which I only do when no one else is there. Soon I walked out and got dressed out of my pj's and into jeans and a muscle shirt. I was watching the Rocky Horror Picture Show, I knew the songs so I was singing along and making myself something to eat. A few hours later after the movie was finished The guys burst in the door laughing.

“what's so funny?” I asked

“umm nothing, but were you in their plan as well?” Cone asked me

“no I only found out about 30 seconds before you did!!” I laughed at him.

“Carm have you gained weight?”

“oh shut it just because I'm showing a little doesn't mean you have to make fun on me” I turned around and walked back into the kitchen. “Derek” I yelled through the swinging door.

“what?” he yelled back

“April stopped by, she wanted to see you but not in that way” my voice was sounding more serious with every growing second. I walked out of the kitchen so I wasn't yelling this. “she wanted to tell you what happened to her last night, her boyfriend got a little drunk and rough and raped her”

“what?”

“yeah so I don't know if you want to see her or not but she's at the police station because I told her to go”

“no I don't want to see her but I hope she's ok” I nodded and dropped something. CLANG. “I'm ok” I yelled from the kitchen. The guys went up to the guest room and our room and took turns changing to go in the pool. I had bought Cone a cake a few days before and kept it in the freezer. I'm surprised he didn't find it. I put the lettering on it and took it outside. They were having to much fun splashing each other so I didn't have to hide it.

“babes” I yelled so they would here me. They looked and got out of the pool. Cone saw it hugged me and blew out his candle.

“Derek look!!” he said as he grabbed a chunk of it and threw it at him.

“what the?” Derek did the same as Steve and Dave ran inside to get something. They grabbed a bunch of whipped cream pies.

“Cone look” Dave yelled as he ran out the door. He looked at Dave threw the pie. It hit Cone straight in the chest. I flinched,, which usually means I turned around, Cone walked up to me and hugged me from the back. I got whipped cream all over my back.

 

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