Fuck, it hurts Emma screams in agony, making me come out of my shock just in time to see the man raise his pistol.
I scramble to take the gun that I had dropped and immediately fire. He drops to the ground I get up and rush to Emma, who was writhing on the ground.
I don’t even check if the man was alive or dead. Right now, it didn’t fucking matter to me. Not when I’m pumped full of adrenaline and Emma was bleeding on the ground.
“I’m dying aren’t I?” she asks with tears filling her eyes.
I could have told her to stop being a cry baby, but I don’t. Not when she’s the one that shoved me
and took a bullet that was meant to be mine.
“No, you are not” I respond as I examine her.
She’d been shot in the shoulder, and it was bleeding a lot. I was worried. First of all, she might just bleed to death, and second, we were still in danger. Someone was bound to find us eventually.
“You’re lying!” she hisses when I put pressure on the wound. “If I’m not dying then why the hell
does it feel like I am?”
I don’t answer. Choosing instead to focus on stopping the bleeding. As teachers, we are required to know basic first aid. The bullet was still lodged inside, so I couldn’t remove it. Not without knowing the extent of the damage. Instead, I rip the hem of my dress and tie it tightly around her
“Damn it, I should have just stayed in that fucking room” she grumbles, glaring at me. Her eyes
showed the pain that she was trying to hide.
“Come on. We have to keep moving” I say as I slowly help her up and we start moving.
Fuck. Rowan was going to kill me. Not only did I put Emma in danger by dragging her into my escape plan, but I also got her shot. I didn’t know how to face him when we manage to get free.
Sure, others might reason that it was Emma’s decision to take the bullet for me. That I didn’t ask
her to do it, but Rowan might not see it that way. He will take one look at his bleeding precious,
Emma and blame me.
Sighing, I pull her up straight. I was currently supporting her weight. She was leaning into me as
pace we were going I estimate that it won’t be long.
I don’t know for how long we were walking. Maybe an hour or a few minutes, I couldn’t tell, because it felt like an eternity. I was starting to get tired from carrying both our weights. My legs were aching, my hands were shaking and my head was pounding. Emma had now almost slumped all the way forward and she was weakening from the blood loss.
“Maybe we should rest” I pant.
“Yesss. That’s a gooood idea” she slurs, tipping forward, almost tripping both of us.
I look for a hidden place, before gently lowering her down. I then sit next to her and lean my
against the old car.
This place was like a fucking maze. It felt like we have just been going round in circles from the moment we escaped that room. I was so tired and hungry that I didn’t care if they found us. I just
wanted some pain meds, food and a nap.
“Emma, I’m not sure we can escape” I tell her but receive no answer.
I face her. Her eyes were closed and her mouth slightly open.
“Emma?” I call again, but she still doesn’t answer.
My heart starts going haywire and panic begins setting in.
I shake her and her body tips. I catch her before she falls to the ground. Twisting her, I make it so that she’s laying on my lap. I whisper her name again, but she’s still unresponsive.
With shaky hands and bones laden with fear, I check her pulse, afraid of not feeling anything. I sigh in relief when I feel it. It was a bit weak, but it was there. I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t
know what I’d have done if I hadn’t found a pulse.
Tears start filling my eyes. We were stuck here. Emma was bleeding and weak. I was tired and
aching and we were right in the middle of the enemy’s camp.
I don’t stop them when they fall. I was just fed up. Why was all this happening to me now? I
wanted nothing, but peace, but I am yet to achieve that. I hated this. Hated everything that was
I keep my finger on Emma’s pulse just to assure myself that she was okay. We will probably never
be close, but that doesn’t mean I want her to die.
* what we have here a weaver say “Twed of running? Or is your friend dead already?
scary song than saving at with nothing but evil intent. For a moment I see
my life and before my eyes
Remember when I said that I don’t care if they find us? Well, I take those words back. I didn’t mean any of them I’m definitely not ready to die
“ease” I beg him as I watch him raise his gun
Part of me knew he wouldn’t shoot me For Reaper’s plan to work, he needed both me and Emma alive. Still, that doesn’t stop me from being afraid.
He cocks the gun and removes the safety latch.
“Boss doesn’t want you dead” he says, confirming my suspicion. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t hurt you for the trouble you’ve caused us.”
The evil glint in his eyes widens Looking at him, I see the evil that resides in him. He didn’t choose this kind of job because the money was good or because he had no other choice. He chose it because he was genuinely evil and he liked to hurt others.
I close my eyes when I realize there is no escaping him. Waiting for him to just get it over and
I hear a shot, but I don’t feel pain or the impact of the bullet. I frown and open my eyes. I am shocked to find Rowan standing before me like an avenging angel, with the man on the floor and a
bullet hole in his skull.
“Rowan” I whisper in relief, but then it quickly turns into dread when his eyes shift from me to
Emma, who was unconscious.
Damn it. I had forgotten about her.
I don’t know which fate was worse. Facing Ronny or Rowan.
“We need an ambulance. She got shot and is bleeding. She lost consciousness a few minutes ago” I
tell him, my voice barely above whisper.
He doesn’t answer. His face was stony, and that scared me more than anything. I was sure of one
thing: Rowan was going to retaliate against me when Emma wakes up and tells him that she took.
a bullet that was meant for me.