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Chapter 103 - Jack and Race (Pt. 2)

Jack Really Needs and Hug and Some Help (Pt. 2)
Ship - Jack and Race (brotherly)
Era - Modern
Triggers - Injuries and mentions of abuse, kidnapping and human trafficking.

"Jack?" Race's head perked up immediately at the mention of Jack. "Is everything okay, honey?"

"No. I'm sorry, Miss Medda. I shouldn't've called you."

"Jack, are you safe?"

"I think so. I'm in a police station."

Race stood up to stand beside Medda and motioned for her to turn it into speaker phone. He watched for her reaction.

"What happened? Do you need me to come get you?" she asked.

"They said I need my guardian to collect me," Jack explained. "I was kicked me out and I didn't know who else to call."

Race frowned and rugged on Medda's sleeve. "We have to get him."

"I'll be fine, Miss Medda. I'm sorry I called you."

"Jack, don't hang up. Where are you?"

Jack told Medda the precinct he was being held at. Race immediately pulled his phone to make a note of it.

"We're coming now," Medda promised him. "Just hang tight."

"Okay. I've gotta go, Medda."

"Be safe, Jack."

The line cut off and Medda placed her phone down on her desk. As soon as it was down, she bent down to pick her bag up from beside the desk on the floor.

"Are we going now?" Race asked, swinging his bag onto his back.

"Yes. Can you text everyone and tell them a family emergency came up?"

"Yeah. I'll text the group."

"Thank you, baby," she smiled appreciatively.

Medda locked up her room and left the school building as quickly as she could. Race followed after her quickly.

The precinct wasn't too far from the school but it was still a far enough distance away. Medda really worried that it was in quite a rough area and what could happen to a teenage boy in a police precinct there.

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Jack avoided eye contact as best as he could. He'd been put in a holding cell temporarily, the officer told him that he was only there until he sorted something else out. After that, Jack would sit with him at his desk.

One of the men in the holding cell kept looking at Jack. After a while, he stood up and moved so he was sitting beside Jack.

"What's a kid like you doing here?" he asked, sitting so his leg was touching off of Jack's.

Jack moved slightly to the side to get the man out of his personal space.

"I'm not a kid."