Opposites

Chapter Eighteen

I woke the next morning still tangled with Hero, he was fast asleep. I looked up to him and smiled sweetly. I starred at him whilst he slept, his eyelids fluttered, his breathing was shallow, his mouth was parted slightly. He looked so peaceful, it made me feel at peace. I laid my head back on his chest and relaxed just cuddling him.

The door flung open, Hero jerked awake causing me to move of him. Harriett stood in the door way, panic all over her face. She looked like she had been crying, he eyes were red, breathing was shaky and she just starred  at her brother.

"H, is everything alright?" Hero jumped out of bed and went to his sisters side pulling her into a hug as she cried softly into his shoulder.

"It's dad," Harriett sobbed. Her words were muffled as she didn't let go of Hero.

"What's he done?" Hero asked through gritted teeth.

"He's back," Harriett answered pulling away from her twin and wiping her eyes. "I managed to get away, but he grabbed me. Tried to - tried to - "

"Where is he now?" Hero's facial expressions changed quickly, concern was quickly removed with the most scariest look anyone could ever hold.

"I don't know. He was with some other guy," Harriett answered.

"Did he say anything?"

"He said that he was looking for you. He said to do that, he has to get me first." Harriett started to sob again. Hero pulled her into another massive hug. They pulled apart and Hero walked over to me, he chucked his jumper at me and told me to put it on.

"Rose, you are coming with me. But stay in the car and do what I say," Hero instructed. I gave him a nod.

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Harriett informed Hero were she saw their dad, we left her at the frat house as we jumped in Hero's car and drove to the destination. Hero defiantly broke the speed limit, I held on the to the seat for dear life, and I didn't dare speak to Hero as he drove. The anger never left his features once, he was focused.

We pulled up to the old abandoned gas station, Harriett told us about. There was three cars already pulled up in the parking lot, seven middle aged men stood around the cars, smoking.

"Stay here," Hero instructed as he turned the engine to the car off.

"Please, can we just call the police?" I pleaded.

"I have to do this," He didn't take his eyes of the men. To my guess he recognised one.

"Hero, please," I begged as I held onto his arm.

He finally turned to look at me, he placed his hands on both of my cheeks before saying: "I'll be fine. But promise me, if things turn bad, you drive. Drive away." I started to cry, not caring that Hero may think it was pathetic. He pulled me into a kiss before hoping out of the car. I quickly jumped into the drivers side and watched as Hero walked straight up to the seven men. He tapped one of the men on the shoulder, assuming it was his dad. He looked exactly like Hero, just, well, older.

The man turned around and he had a malicious smile on his face as he was face to face with his son. Both farther and son started to shout at one enough, I could see Hero's ball his fists up, one of the other men was standing behind Hero and I could see a knife in his hand.

I quickly rolled down the cars window and shouted: "Hero! Behind you!" Hero turned round and his eyes went wide. He back away as the man walked closer and closer to him, his farther and a couple of the other men all pulled knifes out and were beginning to circle him. I fumbled around for my phone to ring the emergency services.