Chapter 5: Pull The Trigger

    The ambulance and police cars arrived at last saving the people in the bus and grabbed my dad gun in hand, but the gun kept escalating higher and higher to his skull. The strap of the seatbelt released me from my chair springing forward as I grabbed my dad’s coat.

      “STOP!” I yelled.

      “Please he’s, he’s innocent.” I sighed.

      “Didn’t you claim he did those things.” An officer questioned.

      “He did, but it wasn’t his fault it-” I was silenced immediately from the sound of gunfire, he was gone, all i lived for, all that lifted my spirits on seeing him, gone. All the memories were gone, all the time spent finding him wasted. I ran out of the car and sprinted back to the chief’s house while a car chased after me. The vehicle stopped suddenly as a door smacked open about fifty meters in front of me as Lucas got out and grabbed me by the shoulder.

      “Where’s your dad, are you ok, are you running from him?”

      “The glove compartment, the gun, bus, officer” I spoke traumatized and almost speechless.

      “Slow down, what happened?” Lucas tried to calm me down.

      “He’s dead, he used a gun in the glove compartment, he-” I started crying and collapsed into his arms, Lucas speechless.

      “Wow, just gone like that?” He asked.

      “Yeah, gone just like that…” I sobbed.

      “Why did he-” I stopped him.

      “I blew up because of what he did…” I mumbled.

      I layed there in his arms quietly crying my bloody disfigured eyes out, almost an hour later of silent tears, I released myself from Lucas’ grasp and walked to Chief Dillon’s house and kicked the door open looking into the dark and blank house. I ran into my original bedroom and grabbed the lamp on the small dresser. I threw it across the room at the window and looked down intimidated. My body ached as well as my arm, blood stained my hands and clothes, I leaned forward but my mind slowly stopped in it’s tracks as well as the rest of me. I tipped forward just in time for Lucas to grab my jacket and pull me back up to safety. I woke up, my arm bandaged my head throbbing and aching tubes hanging from my arm. Lucas sat across from my bed.

      “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault. He’s gone I almost died..” I began to lift my arm from the blanket.

      “It’s my fault, it’s all my fault I shouldn’t of even argued I should’ve just, left. I should’ve just stayed calm and took it like a normal person, but I’m not. I’m a terrible disfigured, little rageful uncontrollable, german…” I thrashed my arm from the tubes and the stitches.

      “Warum gefällt mir das? Warum hat meine Mutter mich sogar gehalten? Es ist meine Schuld, dass sie weg… (Why am I like this? Why did my mom even keep me? It's my fault she's gone…)” I yelled at myself.

      “It’s ok, it’s not your fault it’s no one’s, it’s really ok…” He reassured me and cut a loose string from my stitches.

      “So, do you want to go see that new movie It’s A Wonderful Life?” Lucas asked persuasively.

      “No, didn’t you get the two things I told you? I won’t play your little games nor go to a movie that makes me feel bad about my terrible life…” I contemplated.

      “Well at least you were honest,” He shrugged.

      “By the way that tie is ugly, it looked like a ninety year old gnome barfed on fabric by the way.” I spoke up sternly.

      “Okay maybe you're being a little too honest?” He asked me.

      “Meh.” I scoffed.

      The doctor walked in the room and sat on a stool.

      “Well the bad news is your stitching won’t come off until next month, but movie tickets are half off, I’ve heard It’s A Wonderful Life is a good movie.” He suggested to me and Lucas, I just groaned feeling terrible about my own life half heartedly.

      “Just saying…” The doctor smiled and helped me off the bed.

      “If you get me a Hershey I’ll go,” I groaned.

      “REALLY!” Lucas’ face lit up.

      “King size though,” I smirked.

      “REALLY! YES I BROKE YOUR HALF HEARTED ATTITUDE!” He screamed joyfully throughout the halls of the E.R.

      I chucked rocks at houses as we walked by to the theater later that night, It was warmer than usual nights, but I could cope with it, hopefully. We ordered the tickets and walked into the theater with my Hershey’s in hand and popped off my flannel and tied it around my waist revealing my new ella fitzgerald tank top as I put my hair up. Lucas rubbed his arm and blushed a little. I punched him in the arm.

      “Your such a creep,” I laughed.

      “Heh…” Lucas smiled awkwardly.

      “I got popcorn by the way…” He smirked.

       “You better have got a pepsi cup I’m not having our hands at once go into that bag.” I glanced at him.

       “You’re a smart thinker.” He chuckled.

       We walked to our seats as I sat criss-cross on the pop up chairs with my popcorn cup in hand. I sat quietly as a preview came on, It was about WWII, it showed soldiers at speeches, the holocaust, camps, and Hitler. I stared deeply into the screen and got up and walked out.

       “Sabine-” Lucas tried to stop me.

       “I thought we were watching “It’s A Wonderful Life”?! Not a movie on the HOLOCAUST!” I shouted.

       “It’s called a preview, now let’s just walk back in calmly and watch the movie-” Lucas grabbed my arm.

       “I will punch you so hard-” I started raising my fist.

       “Noted, heh.” He backed off.

       So we watched the movie that made me feel bad about myself and came out me moaning on why it was black and white how poor the graphics were and so on. The wind almost tore the beanie from my head as we walked to his mom’s house and ate dinner. She let me sleep in the attic and loaned me some blankets and a pillow.

       I woke up the next morning to the smell of freshly scrambled eggs and toast, all my mind said was FOOD. I ran downstairs in my substitute pajamas (shorts and an old tee shirt of Lucas’).

       “FOOD!” I shouted.

       Lucas’ family stared at me excluding his parents and Lucas. His little sister held a small doll with tears in her eyes, there was a tear on the leg. I just pulled some thread from my shirt and stitched it with a small skewer. Her face lit up as she wiped her tears away.

       “Thank you…” She smiled.

       “Herzlich willkommen (You're Welcome.)” I grinned back.

       His big brother stood from the table and walked over to me and grabbed my neck and lifted me from the ground.

       “JACKSON PUT HER DOWN!” Lucas yelped.

       “JACKSON PUT THE GIRL DOWN!” Lucas’ parents shouted while his little sister hid under the table frightened.

       “German? Heh. You touch anyone in my family I will tear you apart.” The massive boy stood, he must of been nineteen or twenty.

       “Don’t worry, I already am torn apart.” I gasped and grabbed his arm and slowly started to twist it counter-clockwise as crackles started to fume from his wrist.

        “I’ve been living in Germany for fifteen years, I’ve been abused by the people surrounding me, all because I had some food, that scare on my arm, someone beat me with barbed wire for bread. So don’t be stressed by tearing me apart, just be stressed by your broken wrist.” As I ran out of air, a loud SNAP filled the room along with a feminine shriek from the giant boy who tried to choke me. Everyone panicked.

        “Oh my Lord, JACKSON!” Lucas’ mother sprinted from the table to him and called 911 while Lucas and his father ran over to me, his father slapped me without any hesitant thought. While Lucas beated my back trying to get air back into me. I started to “cough back to life” getting air back into my lungs.

        “I warned you, but you just clenched harder and harder and didn’t let go. So I fought back.” I snapped still gasping for air. Lucas turned to his father and yelled at him, arguing back and forth they forgot I existed for a second, nothing abnormal. I got to my feet coughing as I watched his brother be carried away crying like a four year old.

        Lucas pulled me into another room and shut the door.

        “ARE YOU INSANE!” He shouted.

        “YOU JUST BROKE JACKSON’’S WRIST YOU MANIAC!” He continued barking at me, then I grabbed him by the neck.

        “Don’t call me a maniac or you’ll be in the same situation as your brother!” I threatened releasing him from my firm grasp.

        “Okay, okay it just came out. There was no need to break TWO of his bone’s SABINE LISTEN TO ME!” Lucas raised his voice.

        “IM BLOODY LISTENING, BUT HE WAS ABOUT TO SUFFOCATE ME, I THINK SUFFOCATING IS WORSE THAN A BLOODY BROKEN WRIST I THINK THAT ALMOST DYING IS WORSE! IF YOU ACTUALLY LEARNED SOMETHING FOR ONCE INSTEAD OF BABYING ME WITH YOUR TWINKLE SPARKLE GOOGLY EYES AND BLOODY LISTENED TO ANYTHING I SAY!” I screamed and threw things on the ground. Yelling my lungs out.

        “SOMETIMES YOU SOUND LIKE SOMEONE I KNOW OH YEAH LIKE BLOODY LIAM!” I ranted.

        “DON’T EVEN START WITH ME!” He struck my face as hard as he could, then took back everything he just did, said, and learned.

       My blood boiled over, so I ran out and slammed the door and came back in with a chair and duck tape.

       “You are going to wish you were never born…” I grumbled.

       I taped the chair to the ground and taped Lucas to it. I punched him as hard as I could and watched him hold back tears and bite his lip. And then I kicked as hard as possible in the shin. And pulled him by the hair across the room still in the chair, still stuck on the ground. Then he started crying a little. I bent over and slapped him.

      “Aww, wittle baby Lucas crying for his mommy, welp that’s not gonna work now. I pushed the chair back as it released from the duct tape and shattered the chair.

      “Goodnight.” I slammed the door, turned the light off, and locked it.

      “HEY!” Lucas faintly screamed at me.

      I wiped a couple tears from my cheek and grabbed my “stuff” and left the house, I walked up to the bright blue house owned by Chief Dillon and Martha. I knocked as Martha opened the door shocked to see me. She hugged me tightly and pulled me into the house and showed Chief. He hugged me as I told them everything that happened from when the door closed to when the door opened just now. Once I finished Chief’s and Martha’s mouth gaped open like a banshee. Martha shoved me in her car and drove me to Lucas’ house and walked me to the door to the room he was trapped in. He laid there with a desperate look in his eyes, so I unraveled him from the silver metallic tape and pulled him up and ripped the tape from his mouth. As a small shriek escaped from his mouth. He apologized like an idiot would.

      “You are taking me to ‘Max’s’ by the way…” As I handed him five bucks from Martha’s wallet. “Use it wisely.” I mumbled as a giant grin spread from cheek to cheek on Lucas’ light face. Once I finished eating we both walked out as I looked down to my shirt.

      “Oh, I spilled some sauce on my shirt…” I sighed looking at the small bright red dot on my chest.

      “THAT’S NOT SAUCE!” He panicked as he jumped in front of me as a loud BOOM came out of nowhere as a small bullet pierced through Lucas’ mid-chest. I screamed for help crying my lungs out cradling him trying to stop the blood. Once the ambulance arrived and I paced back in forth in front of Lucas’ room the doctor stepped out with a long face on.

      “I’m sorry, but your friend, he will probably, not survive…” The doctor expressed sadly as time completely stopped.

      I slammed past the doctors along with Lucas’ family and rushed into Lucas’ room starting to cry heavier and heavier. He sat there in the bed with computers along side him covered in flowers. I wiped the hair from his face, his eyes shut face pale, but breathing.

      “Don’t leave now, you can’t. If you go, I’ll go with, just please don’t leave now you helped me survive so I will pay it forward…” I collapsed on the ground legs crossed crying.

      “You, admitted it.” Lucas horsley spoke.

     “YOU TURD YOU WERE AWAKE I HATE YOU!” I hugged him smiling.

     “You like me!” He celebrated.

     “Shut up or I will punch you in the face…” I grinned.

     “Understood, harshly…” He worried.

     “I’ll be out in about a week and a half.” He informed me.

     “The doctor said-” I was started.

     “That’s a low chance-” He stopped.

     “But-” I started again.

     “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine…” He reassured me.

     So since that day I’d visit him every single day for five hours, until the fourth day, I walked into his room and he wasn’t there, I rushed out and saw him on an emergency bed rushing to a surgery room.

     “NO!” I screamed as doctors and families held me back and pulling me down, I tried to release but they’re grasp was too strong. I sat there on the floor crying and crying til’ a doctor came out.

     “Lucas has had a significant blood loss, unless we have someone immediately donate blood he will not survive…” The tall women said.

     “I will!” I stood up heroically in front of the doctors and families.

     As the blood drained into a bag the doctor left quickly to be back, I stood there tired cringing from the needle in my vein. Then Jackson walked in with a large cast on his arm.

     He grabbed my arm, all that ran through my head was crud, Jackson slowly pulled the needle from my arm when the monitor beeped once enough blood was given, He grabbed me face and and tossed it aside as a loud scream filled the room, he broke my nose.

     “There, that should help get the rest of the blood out, dirty German scum.” He smirked as blood gushed from my nose and mixed with tears. I doctor walked in to see Jackson snap my nose and called security, she took the blood and put me into the E.R services. I told myself this was all for Lucas, and it was.

Once I had my nose fixed up and large purple bruise lined my right eye and nose, then I went to visit Lucas, dehydrated, weak, and sore. I slowly shut the door behind me and sat at the foot of the bed as he solemnly awoke.

“Hey,” He smiled.

     “Did Jackson donate?” He questioned.

     “No, but he did break my nose…: I groaned.

     “WHAT!” He coughed.

     “Yeah he was sure mad, security took him to jail for assault, he’ll be out next Thursday, when you are…” I sighed.

     “Who donated the blood then?” He spoke curiously.

      “I did.” I stared.

      “But why? That much blood you could’ve seriously hurt yourself not including the broken nose!” He juried.

      “Because you got me a Hershey’s, and if you were gone I would’ve blamed it on me and that wouldn’t go down very well…” I mumbled.

      “Christmas is next Saturday, what do you want?” Lucas sat up almost out of breath.

      “What, me? You're kidding?” He joked.

      “No!” He laughed.

      “There’s this necklace in one of the stores, it’s a locket, but it’s twenty five dollars…” I sighed hauntingly.

      “Listen, when they finished getting the blood in I was told I was paralyzed from the waist down…”He teared up.