The doorbell rang just after I tried paging Katie again. I had given her my pager, so I'd be able to contact her somehow. For some reason, she felt like she was in danger here, so I had to let her go. I answered the door and was immediately thrown back against the wall. "Where is she?" I recognized the man as Katie's father.
"Who?" Katie's mother walked in and slammed the door shut.
"Don't play dumb kid. We were told she was here."
Thank you mom for making me take those acting lessons. "Honestly, I have no clue who you are talking about."
"Our Daughter."
"...Whose name would be?"
Mr. Schwartz slammed me against the wall. "Katie Schwartz, your live-in, if I'm correct. Where is she?"
"Mr Schwartz, Katie died a long time ago. She killed herself. We were all there. We saw her jump. Katie is dead."
"Don't lie to me prick. I know she's here. Where is she?"
"If she is alive I haven't seen her since she jumped."
Mr. Schwartz pushed me towards the living room, and said to his wife, "She'll be here, we just have to wait." So, they sat down and waited.
*~*Ten Minutes Later*~*
The doorbell rang, and I got up to answer it. It was the last people I expected to be there. The police. "Mr. Carter? We recieved a call that there may be trouble here." I nodded silently and pointed them to the living room.
*~* 5 minutes later *~*
The police handcuffed the Schwartz's and, as they walked out the door, they passed Katie. She stood on my lawn smiling smugly at her parents.
Her mother saw her and broke down, screaming, "Honey, we love you. Why are you doing this to me? Tell them I didn't do anything."
When the cars pulled away, Katie ran over and wrapped her arms around me. "Nick, are they gone? For good?"
"Soon, baby, soon."
(A.N: I'm about to sumarize the story!!!! Forget alot of stuff that happened? Me too! I'm reading back to get specific details and wow... i have a bad memory)
"...I was beaten unmercilessly after being home a half hour later than my parents expected. I was left with my face and leg bruised. If my father saw me cry, I would end up out of school for weeks. When I was 16, I ran away, and, very stupidly, hitch hiked. A bus picked me up, and thank god, a person on it knew me. I had been badly beaten before I left, and had blood running down my face. They took me in. I went to school, where my parents kidnapped me, and took me to an odd hotel where I was beaten and left tied to a bed. I managed to free an arm to call for help, and was brought to the hospital where I was found to have six broken ribs, various cuts and bruises, sever cuts to the back to my head, my leg fractured in two places, my arm fractured in one, and rope burns on my wrists and ankle. The doctors thought I was best case parylization, worst case death. I was brought to court in a wheelchair, where I found out my parents requested I not be questioned as a witness. The judge granted a restraining order against my protectors and forced me to go with my parents, who's custody I narrowly escaped. For some odd reason, the judge granted temporary custody to the Carters, where I lived until shortly before my 18th birthday. I moved in with a friend of mine in Atlanta. I returned when I called to let Nick know where I was to find my parents were holding the Carter's hostage, and threatened to shoot them if I didn't come back. When I arived, Nick Carter had been shot in the leg. We were driven to a cliff, which I knew well as an old picnic spot. My parents told me to jump, which, as far as they knew would kill me. I knew where to jump from where I wouldn't be killed. By faking my death, my parents left. Recently, I have been recieving harassing and threatening phone calls, which informed me that my parents knew. I left, and told Mr. Carter to play innocent, which he was. He assumed I had taken a bus out of Florida. I watched for my parents then called the police. My parents are long time child abusers and have lied to the court." I finished my story convicting my parents of kidnapping, child abuse, 2 or more counts attempted murder, and whatever it is when you lie in court.
I stepped down and smiled smuggly as my parents were assigned a very long jail sentence.
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