That night(part I)

The music was playing loudly, like they were at a concert and sixteen-year-old Casey James was annoyed already. Snottily she asked,

"Can we turn this s**t down?"

"Sorry," replied seventeen year-old Carter Stacey.

He was young and very innocent looking. He had bright blue eyes, and sandy blonde hair. He was almost like the perfect picture of the boy next door. Casey was his love, but also the worst girl to fall for. She was pregnant by the age of fifteen and a half and the father was twenty-one. The father, Eric Jackson would buy her alcohol and they would live the life of true rockstars.She once told Carter that she felt invincible to the world around him, that is until she got pregnant. After she found out, she spent hours crying in Carter's arms because of what was about to come. Her mother had forced Eric and Casey apart and they lost touch. Carter tried to be there for her, even though he was heartbroken by her decisions.

Carter looked at Casey. She was frowning. He couldn't tell if she was crying, but assumed she was because she never talks when she's in tears. Knowing how hard this whole mess was for her, he kept his mouth shut. All he could think about was cursing Eric for all he'd done to Casey but he knew that that would only make her cry more. She had gone to see him that night and begged Carter to drive her at the secluded area Eric had picked. He apparently reached her after almost 5 months and Casey was thrilled to hear from him. All she talked about through their voyage was Eric and their lives before she became pregnant and Carter held his tongue, knowing she was just about the dumbest girl you could meet. When he didn't show up, Casey threw a fit and Carter almost drove her to the hospital, thinking she was having a panic attack that could harm the baby.

The area was run-down and scary for two suburban kids in a nice Volkewagon Jetta. Carter knew Casey could care less at the moment, but since their was silence and a red light, he was able to look around. The streets were cracked, and there were potholes everywhere. Trash bombarded the area too, and it wrenched, like the trash had been sitting there for years. There was a man sleeping on the sidewalk, dirty and alone.

"If this wasn't such a scary area, I would give the poor guy some money." Said Carter, anxiously awaiting the light to turn green.

Angrily Casey replied, "Carter, shut up, alright? I'm not in the mood to hear your retarded sympathy."

"Excuse me? Casey, what the hell are you so upset about? You should have know this dirtbag would pull this!"

"He's not a dirtbag! He loves me, alright! He said so and you know nothing about him so shut your damn mouth!

"Casey! Why are you so stupid? How could you think this guy is in love with you? He's ignored you for five months and didn't show up to even feel his own baby kicking! If he cared, he'd be here for you now!"

"He can't! We're forbidden to see eachother! He can't see me anymore! Just take me home, alright? Don't talk to me anymore."

Carter wanted to keep yelling at her, make her that smart, sensible girl that she once was but he knew she was long gone. It would take time to get her back, time she wasn't willing to waste. He could here her sobbing quietly and he really felt sorry for their arguing. The light was red again and Carter started to feel anxious.
He regretted fighting with Casey and the light wouldn't turn. He had his chance to get the hell out of the town but missed his chance because he needed to fight with her.

Just as he was about to run the red light men came at the car, angrily yanking open the passenger side of the car. The men pulled Casey out and another man tried to yank open Carter's door but it was locked. Then he went on the other side and dragged a completely frozen Carter out of the car. They had masks over their faces, so Carter didn't know who they were and neither did Casey. She was screaming at the top of her lungs. Carter started to scream Casey's name as one man put his hands around her neck. The man was holding his arms and Carter began to struggle violently. Breaking free, he tackled the man chocking Casey. Angrily all three men started kicking Carter. Casey was coughing violently and Carter yelled for her to run. She got up quickly and did start running toward a homeless man watching the scene. She latched onto the dirty old man and the one man stayed behind to keep beating Carter as the other two went after Casey again.

By then, Carter was practically unconcious. One of his eyes were forcibly closed and the other he was fighting to keep open. He could feel his ribs had been cracked and he could barely breath. The man stopped kicking him and walked away from Carter who knew wouldn't bother them anymore. Carter pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and texted his best friend Joe for help. It was the hardest thing he ever did. He could barely see and his whole body felt limp, his right arm holding the cell phone up, his fingers typing the one simple word. Casey was now sobbing, but the noise was fading as Carter was loosing his battle to stay awake. He heard the men talking non-chalantly about what should happen next. Should they kill the hobo protecting Casey? Should they kill Casey? Should they kill Carter?

The old man was standing firm in front of Casey, as any real hero would. Rapid thoughts went through his mind as he heard the men talking. He had no way of protecting this young pregnant girl. He was old and weak. She held onto him so tightly, confiding in him which no one had ever done. His whole adult life was useless to anyone, but not this girl. She needed him, like no one else had. He realized the men were going to try and kill him, the girl and if he wasn't already dead, the boy they had beaten. If this was his end, he was going to make sure he had a beautiful swan song to dance to.

"There wasn't any talk about killin' no one Eric," said one of the men. His name was Bill and he was short and stocky and very nervous. He wasn't as strong as the other two so they did all the dirty work. He was the weak one, like the baby of the group. This poor guy was only here to provide transportation since the other two had suspended liscense for drinking and driving.

"Well sometimes things change, Billy. That alright with you? Said the other man. His name was Jamie. He was tall and thin and had an icy voice that went right through Bill. Eric? Why you so quiet? We gonna do this or not?"

"I'm thinking, that alright with you?" said Eric. His rugged good looks that would make any girl a sucker, which is how Casey fell for him in the first place. He was a womanizer and went after young innocent girls who wouldn't notice his anger and attach themselves to him. When he got Casey pregnant, he freaked. The evidence was clear enough for him to go to jail for rape and murder was his only way out. Despite his attitude, he did like Casey a lot, which no one would ever know..

"Yeah man, I just don't understand the problem. Lets just kill em'. We have a half dead kid, a pregnant w***e and an old hobo. How are they important?"

"They are, Eric! They are! Don't listen to Jamie, man! Please, think!

"Bill, stop using my name and watch that kid over there. We're gonna do this."

"Man!" Don't do this, cried a desperate Bill.

"Go!" Yelled Eric.

Bill walked slowly over to Carter. His mind was running with thoughts that he could barely see straight. He looked at the injured boy. He was moaning and crying the name "Casey" silently. Tears started fogging up Bill's vision and he started to get thoughts in his head that made him start sobbing. He heard Jamie screaming. Bill walked over to them. Eric was holding the girl. Under any circumstances it would be a beautiful scene. A man holding his girl, touching her face, kissing her as she cries. Of course they weren't happy tears but it didn't have to be if the situation was different. Bill knew what Eric was doing. Buttering the poor girl up until he snapped her neck. Bill took out his gun and shot Eric. Jamie and the hobo who was beating Jamie up, stopped at looked at Bill. Bill then shot Jamie. Then got into his car and sped off.

Casey was yelling in agony from the baby, while Carter laid unconsious and the hobo watched the man drive off. He took a deep breath and walked over to Carter.His cell phone was lying on the floor and picked it up and dialed 911.

It was all over. The horrific night was all over. Or was it just the beginning?