Ring…ring…ring…ring…
"Hi! This is Gwen's Voicemail, If I No Ты Leave a Messages! I'll Call Ты Back!" BEEP…
"Gwen, Ты cannot call a guy 3 times and not answer one of my calls when I call back!" 23 год old Trent snapped into the phone, pressing the "END" button while he was at it. He threw the phone into the passenger сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to him as he pulled into his suburban home's driveway. He checked his phone once more, but his short чирок and Black-head friend hadn't called him back yet. "Dammit, Gwen." He muttered as he opened his car door with force, taking his phone with him. He took his duffle bag from the back of his car and walked up to the front door, pulling out his house key. He sighed deeply as he reached his front porch, but when he heard a weak sob, he looked around, seeing a small figure on the bench outside his house. "Gwen?" He asked cautiously, dropping his duffle bag and keys to the ground to go up to her. Yup, it was her. He knew that Black And чирок hair anywhere.
Gwen лебедь looked up to him, her face bruised and tearstained. It shocked Trent to see her harmed in such a way. "Trent, I need help." Her voice broke, and she let out another sob.
"Holy crap, Gwen!" Trent snapped back into his right mind as he opened his front door quickly, throwing his stuff inside, and soon carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind him. He sat her down on his couch, as she continued to cry. "Okay, besides your face, are Ты hurt anywhere else?" Knowing she wasn't going to answer him, Trent unzipped her sweater and took it off, but slowed down when she let out a cry of pain. "Sorry, sorry. I just need this off." Finally, the sweater was off, and he immediately saw her arms with bruises of hands marks and he checked her back, which was black and blue all over, with whip marks, old and new. Trent put his arms around her, gently, as he was shaking. "Gwen, who did this to you? Did Duncan do this?"
Duncan Matthews was Gwen's boyfriend of almost a year. She moved in with him a few months ago. Everyone advised her not to, but Gwen shook them off and сказал(-а) she'd be fine. Ever since, Trent and the gang had seen less and less of Gwen, and could hardly get a hold of her. Jade kept insisting Trent and the others that Gwen's boyfriend, Duncan , was keeping her from them, but Trent wouldn't listen.
Now he wished he had and beat the snot out of the guy.
Gwen wiped a few tears away when Trent handed her a tissue. "I can't take anymore, Trent!" She sobbed out.
"Duncan did this, didn't he?" Trent tried to ask nicely, but inside, he was feeling nothing but anger and vengeance.
Gwen nodded. "Yes…and it's been like this since we moved in together."
Yup, Duncan Matthews is going to die.
Trent shook his head. "We have to call-"
"We can't call the police!" Gwen blurted out. "Duncan is best Друзья with the chief of police in Hollywood! Anything that I Сообщить could be turned around by anyone over there!"
Trent groaned. "And of course, Bridgete's dad retired last month!" Trent stood up and paced. "First…first…stay here." He ran into the kitchen, grabbing an icepack from his freezer and a heating pad from the hall closet. He went back into the living room, seeing Gwen half-asleep. "Here, just relax, and let me handle this." He told her, as he plugged in the heating pad and put it under her back as she laid down. He put the icepack on her bruised head. "You don't need to go to the hospital?"
Gwen shook her head. "No…thanks, Trent. This is why I came to you. I can always count on you."
Trent leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Take a rest, kiddo." And as she closed her eyes, Trent grabbed his keys, and left, locking the door behind him. "I'm going to kill him." He growled as he raced to Gwen's house 20 минуты away. He pulled up to her house she shared with her boyfriend, and everything was dark. He walked up to the front door and banged on it. "Open up, Matthew!" He yelled, banging on the door with his angry fist. Soon, the door opened by itself, like it hadn't been closed correctly. Trent barged in and turned the light on, seeing no sign of life. "MATTHEW!" He yelled, and it echoed through the house.
After checking everywhere downstairs, Trent went upstairs and went into their bedroom, where everything was a mess! The постель, кровати was undone and blood was on the sheets, the curtains her sideways, the carpet was also stained with droplets of blood, and furniture was turned over. Did he…oh, hell no.
"Hi! This is Gwen's Voicemail, If I No Ты Leave a Messages! I'll Call Ты Back!" BEEP…
"Gwen, Ты cannot call a guy 3 times and not answer one of my calls when I call back!" 23 год old Trent snapped into the phone, pressing the "END" button while he was at it. He threw the phone into the passenger сиденье, место, сиденья Далее to him as he pulled into his suburban home's driveway. He checked his phone once more, but his short чирок and Black-head friend hadn't called him back yet. "Dammit, Gwen." He muttered as he opened his car door with force, taking his phone with him. He took his duffle bag from the back of his car and walked up to the front door, pulling out his house key. He sighed deeply as he reached his front porch, but when he heard a weak sob, he looked around, seeing a small figure on the bench outside his house. "Gwen?" He asked cautiously, dropping his duffle bag and keys to the ground to go up to her. Yup, it was her. He knew that Black And чирок hair anywhere.
Gwen лебедь looked up to him, her face bruised and tearstained. It shocked Trent to see her harmed in such a way. "Trent, I need help." Her voice broke, and she let out another sob.
"Holy crap, Gwen!" Trent snapped back into his right mind as he opened his front door quickly, throwing his stuff inside, and soon carried her inside, kicking the door shut behind him. He sat her down on his couch, as she continued to cry. "Okay, besides your face, are Ты hurt anywhere else?" Knowing she wasn't going to answer him, Trent unzipped her sweater and took it off, but slowed down when she let out a cry of pain. "Sorry, sorry. I just need this off." Finally, the sweater was off, and he immediately saw her arms with bruises of hands marks and he checked her back, which was black and blue all over, with whip marks, old and new. Trent put his arms around her, gently, as he was shaking. "Gwen, who did this to you? Did Duncan do this?"
Duncan Matthews was Gwen's boyfriend of almost a year. She moved in with him a few months ago. Everyone advised her not to, but Gwen shook them off and сказал(-а) she'd be fine. Ever since, Trent and the gang had seen less and less of Gwen, and could hardly get a hold of her. Jade kept insisting Trent and the others that Gwen's boyfriend, Duncan , was keeping her from them, but Trent wouldn't listen.
Now he wished he had and beat the snot out of the guy.
Gwen wiped a few tears away when Trent handed her a tissue. "I can't take anymore, Trent!" She sobbed out.
"Duncan did this, didn't he?" Trent tried to ask nicely, but inside, he was feeling nothing but anger and vengeance.
Gwen nodded. "Yes…and it's been like this since we moved in together."
Yup, Duncan Matthews is going to die.
Trent shook his head. "We have to call-"
"We can't call the police!" Gwen blurted out. "Duncan is best Друзья with the chief of police in Hollywood! Anything that I Сообщить could be turned around by anyone over there!"
Trent groaned. "And of course, Bridgete's dad retired last month!" Trent stood up and paced. "First…first…stay here." He ran into the kitchen, grabbing an icepack from his freezer and a heating pad from the hall closet. He went back into the living room, seeing Gwen half-asleep. "Here, just relax, and let me handle this." He told her, as he plugged in the heating pad and put it under her back as she laid down. He put the icepack on her bruised head. "You don't need to go to the hospital?"
Gwen shook her head. "No…thanks, Trent. This is why I came to you. I can always count on you."
Trent leaned down and kissed her cheek. "Take a rest, kiddo." And as she closed her eyes, Trent grabbed his keys, and left, locking the door behind him. "I'm going to kill him." He growled as he raced to Gwen's house 20 минуты away. He pulled up to her house she shared with her boyfriend, and everything was dark. He walked up to the front door and banged on it. "Open up, Matthew!" He yelled, banging on the door with his angry fist. Soon, the door opened by itself, like it hadn't been closed correctly. Trent barged in and turned the light on, seeing no sign of life. "MATTHEW!" He yelled, and it echoed through the house.
After checking everywhere downstairs, Trent went upstairs and went into their bedroom, where everything was a mess! The постель, кровати was undone and blood was on the sheets, the curtains her sideways, the carpet was also stained with droplets of blood, and furniture was turned over. Did he…oh, hell no.
trent *sleeping*
gwen trent r u awake
trent gwen *waks up* GWEN*hugs gwen* i'm happy that your alive
gwen trent i luv u
trent gwen i luv u 2
trent i was scread 2 death y did u make yourslef get shot
gwen i didn't want 2 c u get hurt
trent it's ok
gwen weres payton
trent he got arested
gwen y
trent i told the police that he shot u
gwen oh
trent i'm just really happy u r alive
THEY MAKE OUT
the cractwers r trent gwen payton and courtney and duncan
i might make a sconde book u can coomet some idieas
gwen trent r u awake
trent gwen *waks up* GWEN*hugs gwen* i'm happy that your alive
gwen trent i luv u
trent gwen i luv u 2
trent i was scread 2 death y did u make yourslef get shot
gwen i didn't want 2 c u get hurt
trent it's ok
gwen weres payton
trent he got arested
gwen y
trent i told the police that he shot u
gwen oh
trent i'm just really happy u r alive
THEY MAKE OUT
the cractwers r trent gwen payton and courtney and duncan
i might make a sconde book u can coomet some idieas