I Wonder *42*

Punch after punch. Kick after kick. This fight is looking a lot like the Boston Massacre. I want someone to just try and stop Ryan and Dylan, but they just stand here like idiots.

Dylan throws Ryan up against the dining table. I jump at the loud noise, realizing that he slammed him against the wall then too. Just when Dylan was going to throw a punch at his face, Ryan manages to move the other way, sending his fist in the wall, putting a hole in it about the size as of a grapefruit.

"Aren't you going to do something?" I question Jason.

"What would you like me to do?" he retorts, realizing that he was still hurt from when his dad beat the crap out of him.

I turn my head from Jason to the war that was in front of me. Ryan is on the ground. I don't know what I missed, but it is really freaking me out. Dylan kicks him hard in the stomach and then nails him in the cheek bone, which knocks him face down to the ground.

"NO!" I cry, running to Ryan's side, as Jason flows behind me. I flee to the kitchen floor. I check for a pulse... thank God there is one. He's unconscious though.

Jason gets up off the ground as I sit there, crying even though I'm glad he is still alive.

"How could you do such a thing?" Jason says, to Dylan. "Or better, why would you do this?"

Dylan laughs, as if this was some sort of joke. "It's all from the past. None of you would understand."

"What do you want? What do you need to know that will make you leave the one I love and her family alone? For that matter, you should let me alone too." he replies.

Dylan grabs him by the throat. Kyle and Kendra stand there, wide-eyed. Kyle looks like he's about to charge, but I'm not sure. So I get up off the floor, and I try to push him away; Kyle and Kendra following, but it didn't work. Dylan let go off Jason, but knocks every last one of us to the ground and I think he hurt Kyle the worse.

Dylan hovers above me, looking a me with a despicable grin.

"Tell me where your mother is... and don't tell me she's dead, because I know she isn't. And if you lie to me, I might just have to kill you." he insists.

I gulp loudly, knowing that would have to tell him the truth, though I promised Karrie I wouldn't tell anyone about her.

"Sh-She's working for a s-secret company. She didn't say wa-what it was called. She should be somewhere around t-town." I explain while stuttering.

His grin went to a sly smile.

"Thank you. Now that wasn't so hard." he says. "Now I'm going to find her, and if you call the cops on me, you and your friends won't live to see tomorrow."

Dylan looks at us, while walking over to the phone on the kitchen counter and yanks it out of the wall and take Jason's truck keys and walks out of the house, on the urge to do something that would be my fault. I knew I did the wrong thing, but I'm hoping what ever Karrie's secret company she is working for, could help and do what ever they can to stop this mess from spreading.

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