𝘔𝘖𝘕𝘖𝘊𝘏𝘖𝘗𝘚𝘐𝘚 ❁ 𝘑𝘑 𝘔𝘈𝘠𝘉𝘈𝘕𝘒 & 𝘒𝘐𝘈𝘙𝘈 𝘊𝘈𝘙𝘙𝘌𝘙𝘈

𝘍𝘐𝘍𝘛𝘠 𝘛𝘞𝘖

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❝ get your hands off me! ❞
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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

Rafe points the gun at us and my heart hammers against my chest as Sarah desperately pulls me behind her. I try to swap our places but both Sarah and John B shoot me a look that screams 'don't cause an argument' so I stay back.

Peterkin starts to gasp for breath and John B jumps into action, fearing for the cop who has tried to help him out.

"Hey. Hey. Hold still. Hold still. It's okay. Where is it?" John B coos, dropping to his knees next to her "Oh, my- I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" The Routledge boy repeats as he unties his bandana from around his neck and presses it against her wound to stop the bleeding.

"No, no" Sarah sobs and I grab her, pulling her into my arms.

"Call for help" Peterkin wheezes out as our father talks to Rafe.

John B slowly grabs the radio on her belt and I freeze in anticipation, my heart beating ten to a dozen.

"Dad!" Rafe screams, noticing the boy with the radio.

"Hey. Wait!" Our father barks.

"Hey!" Rafe hollers, pointing the gun at John B.

"Rafe, no! Rafe!" Our father warns him and I shake with worry, Sarah clinging onto me.

"Don't try it, asshole" Rafe spits out.

"Rafe" Our father snaps before looking down "John B, give me the radio"

"No" John B retorts.

"Come on. Give me the radio. The damn radio" Our father huffs, taking the radio from John B's hand.

With the radio goes my hope and Sarah falls to her knees, sobbing. I stand rooted in my spot, my hands violently shaking in fear and all hope lost.

Rafe moves the gun to me for a split second and tears stream down my face, accepting that this might be my last day on earth.

"Rafe, I've got it. Calm down" Our father tells him, showing him the radio "Rafe, put the gun down. I got it"

"Run" Peterkin chokes out.

"I'm not leaving you" John B argues, looking up to my father who is speaking with Rafe.

"He can't do anything. He can't. I got you. You're okay" Our father assures my brother.

"Run!" Peterkin pleads and John B looks up at me.

Desperately needing to get my friend away from my trigger happy older brother, I nod at him encouragingly and he sheds a tear, a torn expression on his face.

"I'm sorry" He breathes out, standing up and backing up next to us.

"Where are you goin'? Huh?" Rafe calls out angrily.