Playing with fire 2 (all the good peops)

Why is it that something that was suppose to be good news, despite how my father took it, turned out so wrong? None of this was suppose to happen. I did expect my father to yell and curse, maybe try to kick Matthew out but the moment that he hit my boyfriend, I knew better than to just stand by and watch as it all went to hell. Especially when Vy appeared and tried to help out. The problem with that was my father's hand that viciously slapped her, sending my anger through the roof. I'm not suppose to be the reason for others to get hurt. And by God I didn't want him to hit her again.

Things just don't turn out how they are suppose to.

A searing pain peirces my head as I feel it make contact with something and the hard ground is below my back. With the swirling vision, I try to get my eyes to focus on one thing, but it just doesn't seem to want to until I close my eyes for a moment and I feel Matthew's arms picking me up slightly and his fingers touching the sensitive spot on my head. It's almost like pouring alcohol on the wound, he moves his fingers and I hear his voice screaming out for an ambulence and then for the peacekeepers. What I do instantly retain is the name he screams out and for a moment, I don't want that guy to come, but who am I to pick and choose who comes to help? Instead, of arguing, I give a slight groan and begin to curl up.

The baby! My arms instinctively wrap around my middle, as I curl up into a ball and pray that it's not going to hurt the little one. I never even got that word out of my mouth before my father's rampage and attacks on the people I'm close to. "Matthew... the baby?" I whisper out in such a low voice, I'm not sure if he heard me. I do hear other things going on. My brother's voice demanding to know what he did to me. Curiously, I wonder what he's talking about until I realize that he means why Matthew's tending to me. Why I've got such a hard support for my back.

"I'm okay..." I try to whisper out, but it's drowned out by Jeran's voice. I cringe and squint my eyes until I feel the different hands on me, and I open my eyes noticing how Matthew left me in Vy's arms now. Why couldn't Matthew stay? I lean my head upward to look, but get a wave of nausea instead. I lay my head down back on Vy and wait it out for a moment.

"What's going on? Where is Jeran taking my dad?" I take a peek in the direction that they are going. "Vy... are you okay?" I question her, remember how my father had hit her and my eyes catch on to the spot on her cheek. The blazing red color that decorates her skin. I hiss out a little as I bring my hand to the back of my head where it hurts and settle against her. "I'm sorry for getting you into this mess... Vy, the baby...? Is she... will she be okay?" Fear grips a hold of me.

...

Jeran's hand on her cheek was the only way to physicaly touch her in front of the people in the living room without giving any suspicion of what was goign on earlier. She had been hit. It was only proper to make sure she wasn't hurt and it was his duty, just because it was his kin that had done it, to assist her. She replies though with the words that could mean a thousand different things. Her half grin told him nothing though, but the situation couldn't give any more time to inspect her cheek. Not with his bastard of a father so close to him that has hurt the people closest to him.

Directions and orders are given as if he were in charge of the situation going on here, but without refusal from the ones around, Vy gives him one good 'Yes, Sir' and removes herself from his father's reach. That glare of hatred toward his father is one that can't be described with just a few short words. Not even the amount a picture could be given would really top it.

Loud and hateful words deny the blood relation to the man as Vy's hand grabs on to his arm and begs him not to waste any more time on his father. Easier said then done when all he wants to do is clobber him into the ground and make him pay for touching the two women in the room. The same goes for Matthew, if he had known it as well.

"You know, he is worth it, but it's not my job to punish him... then again. I'm a peacekeeper. So, it is my job. Matthew, let's get him out of this house." He states as he watches Matthew and Vy trade places taking care of his sister. A forceful hand jerks Mr. Ruze up out of the chair and a partial struggle begins.

"JEran, you idiot... you'll regret this. You are never allowed in this house again, so help me... Get your fucking hands off me." His mouth runs off as he jerks backwards, pulling Jeran back a foot toward Kyanite and Vy. "That was an accident."

"Save it." Jeran jerks his shirt again, and with Matthew's help, they get out of the door and take him to the front, throwing him down on the ground, securing him with a knee to his back. "You're under arrest, Dad....."

I'm fuming because of what her father did...punch me, slap Vy but most of all this kind of agression against his own felsh and blood. How could he? Intended ornot, I don't give a damn. If Vy and now Jeran didn't take care of him I would.

What's more important now is Kyanite nad her bleeding head. I'm really worried about her and hold her in my arms after I call for help.
Gently I stroke her hair to comfort her because she lookspretty disoriented.
"You're going to be fine, alright?"

Her brother is finally manning up against her father, which is something he should have done ages ago. He aslo confirms that he called an ambulance and the pks, so I agree to help him take Mr. Ruze outside while Vy takes over.
Gently I let Kyanite slip into her arms and give her one more worried look before grabbing the man, who cause all this in a very violent manner and dragging him outside to push him onto the front lawn where the whole town can see him.
My knee connects with his chest while Jeran finds some rope to tie his hands behind his back and tell his own father that he's under arrest.

My knuckles turn white because I press him so hard against the ground aking sure that he won't go anywhere.
"You attacked two peace keepers. That's a major crime, Mr. Ruze." I shake my head in disgust and spit on the ground next to him.
"All you needed to do was love her and what did you do? Injure your own daughter! Assault won't go unpunished and I hope yur rot in the detention center because that's where a piece of shit like you belongs! You will never get to see your own grand child!"

In case he didn't get it before he surely will now.
I just hope with everything I have that Kyanite is going to be okay, so my eyes flicker back to the house when I hear the sirens nearing.

Optimism, it's a rare thing to come from Vy. More often then not she's far from that sort of mindset, complete opposite even. Currently a little bit of positivity is needed though. There's no guarantee that Kyanite's fully alright, but hoping can only help at this point. No more harm can be done, and help is on the way, there's nothing else for them to do. To make things a little brighter the Brunette manages to crack a small joke, like she's accepting Vy's reassurance. There's the strong Ky that she first met, giggling about her hard head and how the floor might be damaged more then her. See, everything will be fine. "Yeah, I think I see a crack." The Blonde comments back, happily welcoming any sort of humor for this circumstance.

Just because Ky's acting a bit better doesn't mean she should be getting up. Rule one about head injuries is making sure the victim moves as little as possible, something Vy actually took in from the academy. Instantly she's edging her back to relax, even if she doesn't want to. "But you still need to." She explains without being forceful. She doesn't like being told what to do, and treat others how you want to be treated, right? Though when it's clear that Ky's dizzy even while sitting, the urge to pull her back into comfort becomes more prominent.

"Your father's not going anywhere." Vy hushes and ignores the request for them to get up. It's not happening. "And no one's fussing unless you don't listen to me." Well she never did tell her what to do, but her gestures for them to remain where they are should be enough. "No falling asleep or getting up." Finally she vocalizes what's needed. The sound of help being around the corner is very much present, meaning they won't have to keep this up for much longer. This is going to be an interesting story to tell.

Under my knee the father is bucking and struggling against us. Obviously he's not going to give in to his fate but instead claims that I should be the one arrested because I entered his house even though he told me not to months ago. He is right, he did. He's also right that he's the one to decided who may enter his home, not his underage daughter. Technically what I did was entering his property unlawfully, which worries me for a second.
The rest is bullshit though and I'm glad that Jeran keeps him in place and tells him "If you don't shut up, I'll make sure you won't."

Then, judging by the look he gives me, I learn that Ky never told her brother about her pregnancy. Shit! Well, he was about to find out today anyway. Maybe in a nicer way.
"Matthew... How could you?"

I scrunch my face up at him but don't explain myself righ here and now in front of his father.

"I thought she told you." Is all I mutter when the sirens become so loud that they could only be a block away.

I turn my head to see the arrival of the shiny cruiser through the boards of the fence we're behind.
Once again my hand twist Mr. Ruze'sa little more behind his back until a familiar uniformed peace keeper enters the premisses.



Behind his helmet visor I can see him take a brief look around and assess the situation before he tells us to stand down and report.
There's no way I'm going to let go of Kyanites father after what he did to her....her...where is the ambulance.
"Did you call the ambulance, Jeran?" I quickly shoot a question at my partner in crime but then tell O'Rourke what he needs to know.
"Mr. Ruze is Jerans and Kyanites father. I was visiting and so was cadet Prize, who is with his daughter inside when he went berzerk on all off us and started throwing punches. He attacked me, Prize and his own daughter. She hit her head, she needs a medic."

The ambulance seems to be taken its sweet, long time but I know that O'Rourke is trained in first aid and that his own mother is a professional medical officer so I lock eyes with him.
"Can you help her, sir?" I motion for the house.

Today he is my superior, so I will treat him respectfully and not friend like but I'm more than glad it is him who arrived with another two pks in tow who are now stepping onto the lawn next to us and bending down to take Mr. Ruze off our hands after waiting for orders from O'Rourke, who seems in charge of this call.

After Jeran confirmed my story I'm glad he aslo neglected to mention that I was asked a few times by his father to leave. I do, whoever catch the angry glare he shoots me...most likely because we didn't tell him about the baby or maybe the simple fact that I knocked up his sister, whom he cares about a lot. It's not like it happened on purpose.

O'Rourke tries to figure out where the ambulance is but when we hear over the radio that it will take a while we all get set out to go inside so he can help my girl friend.

On my way in I'm worried what I will find. She might be sitting on the sofa with Vy holding her hand or she could be in a puddle ofblood on the floor because I underestimated the wound on her head.

When I see her still on the ground in her friends arms my chest tightens immensely. I'm really worried for her now that my mind is off her father.
So I get down next to O'Roure who is taking off his pack and talking t her in a sweet voice that I've never heard him use. I try to give her a smile but fail, mostly because I have the feeling her eyes won't focus on me. Maybe she's just distracted.
I want to hug her and hold her myself but it wouldn't do her any good, and it would definetly cause trouble in my trainers presence so I hope everbody is aware and will keep their mouths shut.

While he carries her to the couch and I follow their everymove with my eyes I step coser to Vy and stand next to her to ask in a low voice.
"How is she doing? Truly?"

My eyes brielfy connect with Jeran, who's standing there in his bare chested might, which doesn'tleave much to imagination what the two of the were ding before all hell broke loose.He still looks upset but more worried.

On my fingers I can still see traces of Ky's blood so I wipe them on my jeans.

Then I nervously step closer to look over O'Rourkes shoulder to see what he's doing. He's gently cleaning her forehead and wrapping it but something about Ky worries me.
"Can I help, sir?"