Misunderstood

Chapter Twenty-Four

Sahara’s POV

“So what exactly is the plan?” I ask mid-cringe as I hear another scream from inside the boathouse. The scream can only belong to one person: Harper, and with each scream I can see both Luke and Mr. Winchester wince with worry. The more we wait out here, the less chance of survival she, Ashton, and Calum have.

“The cops will be here in about twenty minutes, I say we just storm the castle and occupy him until then,” Mikey finally answers me. He’s the only one thinking right now. While Harper’s screams clearly affect him, it isn’t as bad as if affects the other two. 

“Yeah, yeah that’ll work. We just need to be careful,” Luke whispers as he glances towards me, his blue eyes shining with worry. I give him a small smile, and squeeze his hand. As much as I don’t like this plan it may be the only option we have. 

“Okay, I’ll go first,” Mr. Winchester commands, finally inching his way back into the light house that we just came from. We all follow, and rush up the stairs as a particularly loud scream fills the air. 

“No, leave her alone!” Mr. Winchester yells ahead of us at the top of the stairs. I peek around Luke to see Mr. Psycho standing over Harper with a knife, about to put it in her chest. There is blood pulling around her body, most of it coming from a gash in her shirt where I assume he has already stabbed her in the stomach. There are multiple cuts on her arms, neck, and face. 

I watch as she raises her head when Mr. Winchester speaks, but it quickly drops back down. The act itself taking too much energy from her already drained body. I turn my attention back to the muscular, long haired teacher who throws himself on the smaller, yet still muscular psycho, well Andy. 

He takes him by surprise, and Andy’s attention is momentarily taken away from Harper as the knife falls out of his hand and he falls back to the ground with Mr. Winchester on top of him, punching away. 

I swiftly slip past Luke and walk over to the open door across from Harper where I hear moans. “Ash, Ashton are you okay?” I ask worriedly, as I see the shaggy haired boy chained to the ground. 

“I’m fine, fine. Help Harper, you need to get her out of here,” he answers, more authority in his tone than I would think. I nod and turn back to see that the red headed and blonde boy are already hard at work, trying to get Harper up. She tries to help lift herself up, but it is no use, she doesn’t have enough strength. 

“Wait stop,” I command, walking over to them to see that Harper’s stomach wound is still gushing blood. “We need to wrap something around this or she’ll never make it out of here alive,” I whisper to Luke and Mikey, not wanting Harper to overhear. But by the way she is fading in and out of consciousness I doubt she would have heard either way. 

Mikey understands what I tell them first and with a swift movement he pulls his shirt off and rips it into a long strand. I take the shirt with a nod of thanks, and quickly move Harper’s shirt up so I can wrap the cloth around her stomach. I tighten just enough to allow her to continue breathing, and hope it stops the bleeding. 

“Okay, let’s get her downstairs,” I nod. 

“Did I say it was time for anyone to leave? I don’t think so,” I hear a terrifying voice speak from behind me. I turn to see that Mr. Winchester is laying on the ground and I can’t tell if he has been knocked out or not. Mr. Psycho is glaring at the four of us, his chest rising and falling heavily from the altercation he was just in. He’s been used to staying behind a television screen all night, I’m not surprised the little fight took it out of him. 

Luke and Mikey softly sit Harper back on the ground against the wall and run towards Andy at the same time, but they are quickly dodged. I stand frozen in fear beside Harper, not able to move. “Ah, Sahara it hurts to see all of your friends dying doesn’t it?” he whispers sweetly to me, before I see a quick fist coming at my face. I try to move out of the way, but the blow hits the side of my head and drops me to my knees. Everything is black for a few seconds, and my head feels like I have had a massive hangover as I look around and try to get my bearings.