Caught - FINISHED

Past and present

I woke in the hospital. Toby was lying in another bed next to me. "T-Toby?" I reached over but an ivy stopped me. I shivered as I felt my sore body. What the hell?

A nurse came in, looking all happy but very clearly not. "Ah good! Your awake!" She said brightly. "W-what happened? Where am I?" She looked worried, her smile disappearing. "Don't you remember anything?"

"No." The nurse gasped and ran out of the room. She came back with a doctor. He examined my head.

"Well your head was damaged pretty bad. I think that's why you can't remember." He explained calmly. Tears came to my eyes.

"So...what happened to Toby?" The doctor glanced at him. "He was shot in the shoulder. But if it weren't for you he would have died." I felt like a hero! It could have gone so much worse! Thank god he's alright! I felt like someone from the comic books who suddenly rises up against the crowd to defeat evil.

Then Toby's dad entered, he looked a mess. "Leave us!" He said. The doctor and nurse scattered out.

"Thank you for saving Toby but you did kill a man." My eyes widened. HOLY HELL. "W-what?" "Well you didn't really kill him but you really hurt him. And that's against the law." I sighed, glad I didn't kill anyone. That would have made me as low as my father.

I looked at him, completely bewildered. "W-who?" I asked looking down, suddenly embarrassed at his stare. His words shook my core as he responded.

"Your dad."

Past~

I threw the knife at his face. It scratched his eye. He yelled and lumbered after me.

I kicked him in the groin and he fell. I then rushed up and bit him. "That's for my friends!" I took a frying pan and knocked him out. The adrenalin pumping through my system. I wasn't thinking clearly. All I could imagine was how white Toby was and how much blood he was loosing.

I then rushed up to Toby. "I-I'm s-so sorry Toby! This is all my fault!" I cried on him. I then looked up. My dad was groaning on the floor. My stupid fuckhead of a father.

I took a piece of my shirt and ripped it off. I wrapped it around Toby's wound. "There. This should help." I pat it and kissed his cheek. I sighed and sat there staring down at him.

"No this should!" I turned and the last thing I saw was my dad hitting me with the frypan.

Present~

I screamed.

"I REMEMBER! MY DADS GOING TO PAY FOR WHAT HE DID!"

Toby's dad leapt up. "Now, now calm down!" He said unsurely. I curled my hands into fists.

I looked fiercely at him.

"My dad got what he deserved!"