Broken Family | Jurassic World

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(Update(19/12/21): Video)

"Is that Aunt Claire?" Zach asked.

She went up to the man and gave him her hand and help bring him up. Claire gives this man his gun back and they both stared at each other before the man slithers his hand behind Claire's back and pushed her towards him and kissed her right on the lip. They stayed like that for a couple of seconds before Claire pulls away and breathes heavily as she looked to the side to make surprising eye contact with me.

Then it took her a moment to figure out who we are, do we really look that different? We're all battered, but that doesn't mean we've changed? Have we? "It's them! Zach! Ira! Gray!" Claire dashed forward in desperation as tears spilled down her face. "OH MY GOD! THANK GOD! THANK GOD! WHAT HAPPENED? WHAT'S THIS!" She practically yelled as she cuddled up with all of us before pulling away and examining each and every one of us. "IRA, OH MY GOD!" said Claire cupping her hands around my face. "WHERE DID YOU GO?! WHY DIDN'T YOU COME BACK?" She then brought me close to her chest in a tight hug, and I couldn't help but hug her back tightly as I slipped a tear or two. I could feel her being surprised with this sudden niceness because neither of us didn't want to let go of each other.

"I was so worried about you!" said Claire as she began to cry. "I thought you died, we've gone out after you guys and we found Zach's phone, destroyed, and the gyrosphere shattered out in the restricted section," She explained through her sobs.

"Who's that?" Zach asked. 

Claire looks up and behind her to see the Raptor man slowly approaching us with a gun ready at hand. He looks at me, a bit pained, then he looked at Claire, and then at the boys and gave them a nod.

"This is Owen . . . We work together," said Claire.

"We gotta go," Owen said as he surveyed around the crowd with eyes, searching through the sea of panicked people for dinosaur danger.

Claire pulls out from the hug, grabs my wrist to pull and pushed me towards Owen before doing the same to Zach and Gray. "Okay. Come on, Come on," Claire whispered calmly. We rushed towards the west gate where there were fewer people freaking out and we actually got to walk instead of running, what a relief, I don't know how much painful running I could handle after today. We followed Owen as Claire talked to Lowery on her phone. "Lowery, I'm on my way back to you," said Claire talking on her phone.

"What do you mean 'Use the Raptors'?" said Claire.

Owen suddenly stopped sharply, "Son of a bitch!" said Owen. Then a helicopter flew above us as if on cue.

"You shouldn't say 'bitch'" said Gray from behind.

Then the gate from behind started banging rapidly, and I couldn't help but think that maybe whoever Claire's talking to is telling her that there could be Raptors out of containment, and to watch out because the Raptor went rogue. Who knows, maybe Blue found my scent and that's her behind the gate with a bunch of others.

"Take the kids. Get them someplace safe," Owen said as we all turned around to look at the gate, though, I didn't need a second reminder to run, in case it is the Raptors, so I bolt the other way.

"Ira!" I heard Claire call out behind me. I could hear the gate that was banging even louder. I looked behind me to see Claire, Owen, Zach and Gray running after me, but after another sound of a loud bang, the small group behind me turned their heads to see what we're gonna go up against in any second.

The door swings open with a massive Pterodactyl not far from here with a gush of people running away from it. I was about to run past a parked car when something suddenly swooped me off my feet and I deadset thought it was one of the Pterodactyl, but when I looked down, I noticed a hairy human arm. I looked up to see it was Owen, and we were running towards an empty car parked in the middle of the pathway. "Get in the car!" Owen barked as he opened the passenger and shoved me in.

Claire opened the passenger's door on the other side and hopped in, Zach slipped in the front passenger's seat, and then Gray slipped in with us in the back, Owen in the driver's seat. None of us bothered to click in our seatbelt and when the moment came, Owen immediately slammed his foot on the pedal and put the stick to reverse and we went reversing back quickly. "You got this!" Zach yelled.

"GO FASTER!" Gray yelled.

"DAMN IT, DRIVE!" Zach yelled.

Owen turned the wheel right and then a quick left and parked. He let the massive wave of crowd run past us. I placed my head on Claire's shoulders, feeling so exhausted with anxiousness that was sucking up my energy. Claire got her hand to caress my cheek and the feeling of tension in my muscles released but unfortunately, my pain didn't go.

"Claire, make sure she doesn't drift off to sleep, last time she did that, it was pretty scary," said Zach as he turned and tapped on my shoulder just to make sure I wasn't planning to shut my eyes for a while.

"No sleeping, I got it!" I rolled my eyes. From underneath me, Claire's legs shifted and it triggered a sharp pain up from my side, I couldn't help but let out a groan and put on a resistance to scream.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, just hang on," said Claire as she slipped her hand into mine and squeezed it tightly.

"This does not feel safe!" said Zach as he looked at Owen.

"It's better than when you decided to drive that jeep!" I commented.

"And we survived!" Zach remarked.

"Can we stay with you?" Gray asked.

"I am never leaving you as long as you live!" said Claire.

"No, no, no him," said Gray pointing at Owen.

"That's gotta hurt," I said. Claire looks over longingly at Owen.

"Yeah, definitely him," said Gray.

"Sorry," said Zach.

"It's alright. I actually understand. I haven't been fair to any of youse," said Claire. As the crowd began to clear, Owen drives through the park until he was on the road made for cars, and when it was all clear, he went all road rage mode. Speeding. Cursing himself quietly. Now I kinda wish it was Zach who was driving, Owen seemed to be driving worst in a straight line than a 5-year-old could drive in a plastic car.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"Raptors," Owen replied.