Keagan buried her face in Aidan's shoulder. His arms tightened around her as he stared incredulously at Jezebelle. He had known she was awful, but he hadn't clued in to her master plan.
A sudden blur of yellow, and a resounding smack stunned them all into silence.
Jezebelle lay across the chair, her hand to her cheek which was glowing bright red. She stared up at Sunny whose hand was still raised. Connor stepped up beside Sunny, his hands on his hips. "I think you'd better leave, Miss Breckers."
Aidan stood, scooping Keagan up with him. She blinked in surprise at Sunny. She had never seen her move so quickly, nor had she ever seen her so angry. Jezebelle stood quickly, then advanced towards Keagan. Jezebelle clawed towards her as Connor leaped in front of his children, receiving her clawing nails digging into his face.
Connor, his face scratched and bleeding, grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. She called out in agony, and stopped struggling, falling against him in defeat. He looked towards Sunny. "Call the police."
Keagan hid her face in Aidan's throat again, her small, trembling hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
Minutes later, the still air of the sleepy little town was filled with the sound of screaming sirens. Jezebelle began to cry.
Aidan sat down with Keagan as the police chief clomped into the room, big, dark, and foreboding. Chief Askuwheteau Wolf was a close friend of the Michaels' since attending college with Connor. He was a full-blooded Algonquin Indian who had been born and raised in Brook City. He had been somewhat of an uncle to Keagan and Aidan since birth, but since neither of them had been able to pronounce his name, which meant "he keeps watch," they called him Uncle Alex. Aidan, now 21, had dropped the "childish" nickname for him, choosing to simply call him Alex, as most people did. However, Keagan, at 15, still considered him as her uncle.
Keagan blinked through the tears as she glanced up at him, and he smiled, his teeth gleaming white against his russet skin. His normally loose, long black hair was contained by a thick leather band at the nape of his neck. He stroked a strand of Keagan's hair away from her face. "Keagan, Honey Bear, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Keagan nodded, sniffling a bit as she shifted herself on her brother's lap. Uncle Alex rested his hands, palms up, on Keagan's thighs. After brushing a few tears from her face, she placed her small hands in his. Big and warm, his hands wrapped tightly around her small, cold fingers.
Uncle Alex's thumbs gently stroked the back of Keagan's hands as she recounted the story. When she finished, Uncle Alex stood and walked over to where his partner had Jezebelle in handcuffs. Her short black hair quivered around her face, and her black eyes flashed at them. Uncle Alex's ink-blue eyes were hard as he looked at her and began to read her rights, leading her down the stairs.
Keagan stood and took Sunny and Connor's hands, Aidan walked behind her, and they followed the others down the stairs. Uncle Alex pulled open the door, almost running straight into Brittany and Michael Martin. Both of them looked on in shock as Jezebelle was put into the squad car and taken away.
Keagan quickly dropped Connor and Sunny's hands to try and fix her hair, attempting to make it a little less obvious that she had been crying. Not that she thought Brittany, her best friend of 12 years, would think any less of her, nor would Michael. But it was Michael she was trying to impress.His soft, floppy brown hair fell to his eyebrows, drawing attention to his dark, stormy blue eyes that made Keagan go weak in the knees. His full lips smiled easily, a sincere smile that made her heart soar when he flashed her that smile. But right now, those beautiful lips weren't smiling, they were frowning slightly, his brows knit together in concern. Brittany grasped Keagan's hands in her own, her big, baby-blue eyes wide.
"Keags, what happened?" Brittany breathed.
Michael stepped up beside them, placing a hand on Keagan's shoulder. "Keagan? What's wrong?" His blue eyes were dark with concern for her.
Keagan shook her head a bit, smiling faintly at them. She looked over her shoulder at Connor and Sunny, who slipped into the kitchen. Aidan moved closer to Keagan and rested his hands on her shoulders.
Keagan turned back to her friends and told them everything that had happened. By the end of the story, both of them were staring openly at Keagan, their eyes wide with shock.
Michael wrapped his arms around Keagan, and Brittany stroked her hair. Keagan blinked in surprise at the sudden warmth of Michael's arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. He smelled wonderful. It reminded Keagan of the forest, leather, and sun-shined meadows. Keagan smiled as one of his hands tangled in the ends of her hip-length hair.
Keagan's eyes suddenly flew open as Michael's did the same. They both pulled back, reddening in embarrassment, both staring at the floor. Neither of them noticed the knowing smile that Brittany and Aidan exchanged.
I dunno, think I should continue?
Connor, his face scratched and bleeding, grabbed her wrist and twisted it behind her back. She called out in agony, and stopped struggling, falling against him in defeat. He looked towards Sunny. "Call the police."
Keagan hid her face in Aidan's throat again, her small, trembling hands clutching at his broad shoulders.
Minutes later, the still air of the sleepy little town was filled with the sound of screaming sirens. Jezebelle began to cry.
Aidan sat down with Keagan as the police chief clomped into the room, big, dark, and foreboding. Chief Askuwheteau Wolf was a close friend of the Michaels' since attending college with Connor. He was a full-blooded Algonquin Indian who had been born and raised in Brook City. He had been somewhat of an uncle to Keagan and Aidan since birth, but since neither of them had been able to pronounce his name, which meant "he keeps watch," they called him Uncle Alex. Aidan, now 21, had dropped the "childish" nickname for him, choosing to simply call him Alex, as most people did. However, Keagan, at 15, still considered him as her uncle.
Keagan blinked through the tears as she glanced up at him, and he smiled, his teeth gleaming white against his russet skin. His normally loose, long black hair was contained by a thick leather band at the nape of his neck. He stroked a strand of Keagan's hair away from her face. "Keagan, Honey Bear, do you want to tell me what happened?"
Keagan nodded, sniffling a bit as she shifted herself on her brother's lap. Uncle Alex rested his hands, palms up, on Keagan's thighs. After brushing a few tears from her face, she placed her small hands in his. Big and warm, his hands wrapped tightly around her small, cold fingers.
Uncle Alex's thumbs gently stroked the back of Keagan's hands as she recounted the story. When she finished, Uncle Alex stood and walked over to where his partner had Jezebelle in handcuffs. Her short black hair quivered around her face, and her black eyes flashed at them. Uncle Alex's ink-blue eyes were hard as he looked at her and began to read her rights, leading her down the stairs.
Keagan stood and took Sunny and Connor's hands, Aidan walked behind her, and they followed the others down the stairs. Uncle Alex pulled open the door, almost running straight into Brittany and Michael Martin. Both of them looked on in shock as Jezebelle was put into the squad car and taken away.
Keagan quickly dropped Connor and Sunny's hands to try and fix her hair, attempting to make it a little less obvious that she had been crying. Not that she thought Brittany, her best friend of 12 years, would think any less of her, nor would Michael. But it was Michael she was trying to impress.His soft, floppy brown hair fell to his eyebrows, drawing attention to his dark, stormy blue eyes that made Keagan go weak in the knees. His full lips smiled easily, a sincere smile that made her heart soar when he flashed her that smile. But right now, those beautiful lips weren't smiling, they were frowning slightly, his brows knit together in concern. Brittany grasped Keagan's hands in her own, her big, baby-blue eyes wide.
"Keags, what happened?" Brittany breathed.
Michael stepped up beside them, placing a hand on Keagan's shoulder. "Keagan? What's wrong?" His blue eyes were dark with concern for her.
Keagan shook her head a bit, smiling faintly at them. She looked over her shoulder at Connor and Sunny, who slipped into the kitchen. Aidan moved closer to Keagan and rested his hands on her shoulders.
Keagan turned back to her friends and told them everything that had happened. By the end of the story, both of them were staring openly at Keagan, their eyes wide with shock.
Michael wrapped his arms around Keagan, and Brittany stroked her hair. Keagan blinked in surprise at the sudden warmth of Michael's arms around her. She wrapped her arms around his waist and breathed him in. He smelled wonderful. It reminded Keagan of the forest, leather, and sun-shined meadows. Keagan smiled as one of his hands tangled in the ends of her hip-length hair.
Keagan's eyes suddenly flew open as Michael's did the same. They both pulled back, reddening in embarrassment, both staring at the floor. Neither of them noticed the knowing smile that Brittany and Aidan exchanged.
I dunno, think I should continue?
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