Claps of Fear

Jason Shouldn't have done that.

He watched as Percy turned and ran away, his father marched up to Jason.

"What did you do?" He snapped. He held his phone back to his ear, "Yeah, he ran. I'll call the police."

"No dad!" Jason yelled.

"Jason. That's enough," he growled out to him, "You are helping this boy kill himself. You realize he pukes up blood? He pukes up blood when he gets the flu, Jason. He gets the flu every single time it goes around. He can't get vaccinated, he just can't be at school!"

"He's a kid!" Jason argues.

"I know! I know it's unfair," he said. He held onto Jasons face, "but it's unfair for his dad too."

Jason frowned and looked down.

His father raised his phone to his ear and began to talk to the police about Percy. Jason stared at his hands, he shouldn't of done that.

He shouldn't of done that.

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Percy just ran as fast as he could, which wasn't as fast as it should be for a 17 year old boy, but here he was. He pushed past the hallways and back into the gym. He grabbed his book bag.

"What are you doing, Cupcake?" Coach hedge yelled.

Percy ignored him and just kept going to the nearest door. He pushed through and got to the parking lot, he heard sirens in the background. He flung open his door after unlocking it.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, seeing his own tears. Dam it, why did he have to cry?

He took in a deep breath and pulled out of the parking lot, he calmed himself down. He heard his phone ringing, it was Jason. He continued to drive, ignoring the call.

It rung again.

And again.

And again.

He pulled into a McDonald's parking lot and grabbed his phone.

"Percy!" Jason yelled, "where did you go?"

"I left," he admitted.

"Where to?" He asked.

"Um . . . I just left. Jason, what's going on?" He asked, panicked.

"The police are looking for you. . . I'm sorry, Percy. We need you to come back, okay?" Jason cooed softly through the phone.

Percy covered his mouth, he didn't want to.

"Jason. . . ," He whined, "I can't. . ."

"Yes, you can. Just please-"

"No! You don't understand," he whimpered shakily, "I. . . I don't want to leave. . . ."

"I don't want you to either. My dad told me that your father was going to move you closer," he said through the phone, "He was going to do it."

Percy paused and remained silent as he stared around the parking lot.

"Percy?" He asked.

Percy listened to the police sirens getting closer and closer to him.

"You tricked me," he whispered mournfully as a police car pulled into the parking lot.

Jason sighed, "I'll see you at the hospital."

And then hung up.