Ending

*Everyone on on the plane wakes and buckles up. Excitment raining again as they are ready to land. Would sleep come tonight at all? Or would the excitment keep them awake.*

*Take Jason punch to the face again Frankie can feel his jaw weaking and feeling alittle snap. As his arm is twisted around and he is slamed into the ground Frankie becomes dazzed not even fight back anymore. Being pushed to his bike he turns around looking at Jason and than Wyatt confustion ran in his eyes. His eyes land on Aerith seeing she is hurt. Taking a step forward his voice shows comaption.*

"Aerith I..."

*Looking back at Jason he can see him ready to pounch again. What had happend. What had he done. Turning around Frankie makes a sprint for his bike hoping on holding his one arm still and speads away into the night.*

*Aerith follows Wyatt once again. Leting Wyatt clean out her hand she cant help but wince. It felt like her hands were on fire. As Wyatt continues to clean her hands she loos up as Frankie says her name, than looks to Jason than back to Wyatt. In a shaky soft voice Aerith speaks.*

"Thank you...I asked God for help, and he sent you and Jason. Thank you. I..."

*Aerith goes quiet as the scenes play in her mind again. She had been roughed up befoe but not nearly this bad. She litterly had been scaired and still was. Frankie could be back again. What is no one was around or came to save her what would happen. Aerith shakes her head trying to shake the though. God would keep her face no matter what.*

"I think I have some stuff at my grandmas that can clean the cuts...out."

*Aerith really dident want to go home. What if her grandmother let Frankie in the house, what if...Aerith minds fills with so many possablitys she wasent use to feeling valnarble, and scaired. She dident like this feeling at all.*