rescue me, from everything (JEM)

[amelia hayley monroe]

Mia, Mia mia mia! Hurry up, we have to go! The guy’s voice rang out towards her. The blonde nodded her head as she started to follow. It was one of those nights she was going out and being herself. She had nowhere to be or things to do. Amelia walked off of her porch and went towards the car. She knew these people for a while. It was her friends and she trusted them. Everyone never understood why a pretty girl like her was hanging out with people like them. She didn’t care about what they said; it was what she thought of them that mattered. Alright boys, let’s go. Her voice spoke soundly as the car strolled off and having the sound system blaring. Amelia wasn’t the girl to get into major trouble, yet she got in trouble in times coming in high school before she changed. She had to change her act just so she could get accepted to college and get on with her life. No one would want to hang out with a girl who has a bad attitude and that stuff… right? So, Amelia was going out with friends she’s known for a while. They had no plans, but they were sure as hell going to find something to do. It was always fun when they got together. It was perfect and truthfully, Amelia let her mind go free and not worry about the troubles that bothered her before or past. This was a night that Amelia was going to have fun, and not worry about anything but herself and her friends that she’s with. She made sure her phone was on vibrating, only so that she could feel it instead of missing the call or text message from people. She was going to stay safe.

They drove around for a while, finally stopping at a place and they started getting out of the car. Amelia, or as some people call her Aimiee or Mia or Lia, walked out of the car with her purse. She watched as the guys went into the store, grabbing something to drink, mostly booze and they just would sit right there and hang out. It was times like these that Amelia enjoyed. There were no problems and all they did would just sit there and laugh and obviously drink. I missed you boys. Anyone wanna tell me what I’ve been missing? Amelia asked, taking a swig of her drink. She was of age, so obviously she was allowed to do whatever. She sniffed a bit, but bit her lip then. She was the one to drink, but not to do drugs. They would hurt her more than she could imagine. Amelia knew her limits too, so she was okay with that stuff. The guys laughed at her and each went on to tell their stories. Amelia just listened, not caring how anything is. She loved the guys, so obviously they all took their turns speaking and talking and all that jazz. Eventually on, they took more drinks and just made it a good time. Amelia stopped after her drinks, only because she figured she would have to be the DD. She wouldn’t mind, but that would mean all of them would have to stay at her house, which she didn’t want the smell of puke. So, with all that being said, Amelia would probably just have to walk home or find a cab. Either way she was not driving with a bunch of drunken people. She would rather do something else than drive with them back to her house or anywhere.

It was getting later and later as the time went, and eventually it went on that Amelia was getting tired. The one guy, Max, who was drinking by the way, offered to take her home. He had told her he wasn’t going to take no for an answer. So, she had obliged by that offering and just went along with it, not liking how everything was going. Her arms were crossed and they just drove. It was a long way from her house, yet she could walk it easily. Max, I want to walk home. You’re swerving and this isn’t safe. She said, starting to get a little freaked out by this. No, I’m driiivving you home. I donnt care if youuuu like it or nott-ttt. Some of his words were slurring. Amelia knew she shouldn’t have done this. Look, I don’t care. Pull this car over NOW. I will get out of this car if you don’t. I don’t care if I get hurt. Just pull this damn car over! She screamed this time. Giving her a glare, he pulled over and unbuckled his seat belt. He turned and looked at her with this face she had never seen before. That’s when he started speaking all this Spanish to her, something she was never good at. That’s when she watched him get out of the car and over to her side, where he pulled her out of the car and just smacked her and threw her to the ground. Her head bleeding and getting cuts on her face and there would be slight bruising. Amelia was screaming and fighting herself back. Why did she let this happen to her? She should’ve just said no and she would get a ride home. No, she had to go with him.

Amelia finally saw him heading back to his side of the car and driving off. Amelia started wincing and had tears streaming down her face. Most of the damage was done to her face. Shaking a bit, she reached out to get her phone. There was someone she knew she could call when she needed him too. Amelia was there for him, and now she needed him here for her. She was scared and cold and just freaking out period. Still shaking, her fingers pressed the contact buttons and went searching for the name until she reached it. Pushing down, she brought the phone to her ears and started listening to the ringing until she heard the phone stop ringing and a voice came. Jem.. help me please. I… I don’t know where I am and its cold and I’m scared and just please come find me. Her voice said, clearly showing that she was freaking out.

closed for // kait/jem

[james alexander hale]

there was not a lot going on in james hale's life lately. work was about all that he did during his day. when he came home, he kicked off his shoes and sat back looking at the tv for God knows how long. things were just slow. they were no longer the fast paced, happy exciting days that he had going on when evelyn was around. no it was no where near that. it was just... crap to say the least. every since he decided to kick evelyn out of his after admitting his feelings, he just wasn't the same. he had not heard from her, or anyone the past few days. he had his phone turned on silent and unless it was britt calling him he normally just hit end. there was no need for him to do anything else. to answer the phone, to talk to anyone. no one knew what he was going through, and if he was going to do anything it was wallow in his self pity. thats all he had after being torn down. so he was going to use it to his best advantages. until something made him feel better he was going to hurt. he wouldn't try to feel better. he wouldn't attempt it. no... he would just work and push it back like nothing else happened, letting it eat him alive. that was how he was. he would not let anyone else see that he was hurting.

tonight had been particularly slow though. he had managed to get off of work early, and he came straight home, kicking off his shoes and just watching whatever was on tv. there was no excitement, and he had actually managed to doze off for a few hours until he felt the vibrating against his chest. half asleep he picked it up seeing the unfamiliar name light up his screen. it was not someone that he had talked to lately. defiantly since the breakup, but he answered anyways. what was on the other line shocked him none the less. "aimes what's wrong?." He said sitting straight up blinking as she talked frowning as he got up walking and pulling on his coat. "calm down.. I'll come get you... you dont know where you are...? not even a little clue?" he was not one to leave someone in a distressed situation. the last one that he could remember involved one broken kay... and every since then he vowed himself to never let anyone else be in harms way if he could help it. "aimes... you just have to calm down i'll be there.." with that he knew he had to hang up the phone.

with the phone closed he walked to his car calling one of his buddies that he worked with giving him the number to her phone, having him track her location. one perk of working for the EMT you had to be able to locate people... this was a perk for this situation. once he had her located he drove a good bit over the speed limit until he saw the blonde bloody mess sitting on the side of the road. not even cutting off his truck he hopped out and ran over to her side, taking his jacket off and wrapping it around her, his body dropping down closer to hers. "ame.... what happened." his voice was soft as he helped her to her feet ushering her to sit in the passanger side seat. he leaned close to her and wiped any blood that he could off with her shirt. "its... going to be ok.. i promise you its going to be ok.."

occ: this sucks.. i'm sorry ><

[amelia hayley monroe]

Her tears seemed to burn her face. Well, it felt like it anyways, they felt like it was burning her skin and they wouldn’t stop until it succeeded in tearing her apart. They mostly stung on the open cuts and the areas that were going to be bruised. She automatically knew she would be bruised. There was going to be questions asked, but she wasn’t going to answer them. This scenario that had just happened to her, she would be scared out of her mind to tell people, or even talk about. Amelia was just scared out of her mind, not even caring anymore and knew that this was her fault. She shouldn’t have agreed to drive with the guy and have him drive her home, she should’ve known better. But how was that to Amelia? She was the one who decided to hang out with the boys she’s known and grew up with. Well, not really grew up with, but she had met them and known them for a while. Amelia trusted them, literally, she told them all things, well, not like personal things, but she told those things and they promised that they wouldn’t hurt her and that stuff. Her hands went to her face, rubbing slightly the tears. Touching her skin was hurting her. The skin seemed like it was burning her just by brushing it slightly, making it seem like it was a tickle but it wasn’t, it was the skin of a victim of abuse, which burned in her mind, which will stay forever, as much as she would like it to disappear. That was going to take a long time for her to get through it, she didn’t know how too just yet, but she knew she had too. Her tears fell silently again.

She heard a car and a slamming door and running and she tensed a bit. If it was Max, she might as well just tell him to kill her there and now. She closed her eyes, knowing that the tears would come quicker and make her skin burn more than it originally did. Then there was a jacket over her and a scent she didn’t recognize. At her first instinct, she started to freak out, thrashing a bit. There was a voice then, she knew it. She stopped thrashing and opened her eyes and saw Jem, who she had called. The tears were turning her cheeks raw, and some of the blood that came from her head was running slowly down her face. His voice was soft and full of wonder, but had a sound of wanting to know who had done this. She felt herself being moved, which was something she just didn’t want to do. Amelia let her limbs just relax and go numb a bit, letting them do whatever they wanted now. Why should she move them? She was already hurt enough and her head hurt worse. She stayed quiet for the longest time in her life, and felt being touched by different hands and a cloth like thing, wiping away her tears and the blood, though the tears would keep falling and the blood would here and there. Amelia didn’t know if she wanted to speak and say anything or just stay quiet and let her cry her pain out then speak. He was asking her questions, and he needed to know what was going on. But she didn’t want to talk, she didn’t want to explain, but she knew she had too, it would help this situation, but she didn’t want to say anything anymore.

I trusted them… I fucking trusted them… and this is what I get? A face that will be bruised and scarred and have cuts. Her voice was quiet. Her eyes looked down at her lap, which her hands were fiddling with themselves. She didn’t want to look up at him, though she had called him for help. She was still shaken from everything, and she didn’t know how to even react this time. I trusted them Jem. I trusted him. He was supposed to be my friend. I… I know I shouldn’t have gone out drinking and hanging out.. But I did. I told him I wanted to walk home, but he wouldn’t let me. What did I do to deserve this? She said, the last sentence being for herself, though she probably figured he would hear it and that would probably cause her more trouble. Amelia took a few breaths, figuring out everything. Her mind was all over the place, making her head hurt more than it was. This time, and finally actually, she raised her head and looked at him. It’s not going to be alright, Jem. Cause he’s going to come back and find me and apologize, then I will be back in the same boat I am in now. Her voice said again. She was a hot mess at this point. There was nothing else to do and it was killing her. Amelia didn’t want to touch her face anymore. She didn’t want to see herself or look at any objects that would have her see her reflection. She would see something she isn’t. She bit down on her lip now, gnawing at it. Was that the only thing not affected by the whole beating thing? It wasn’t hurting, so it was clear from it.