Blue is a 21 year old car thief. His life was going as normal. He'd drink a small slushy from the gas station and wait. Wait to see the perfect car roll into the parking lot. The fateful day in November was like no other. Well, that was until Blue e...
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I was awoken in the middle of the night by a shrill noise echoing throughout the room. But it wasn't just sounding in the room, it was filling the whole house. I stumbled out of the bed, trying to gain my footing. My heart was beating hard in my chest.
What the fuck is that? I thought through my tired haze.
Hold on.
My eyes shot open as I realized what it was. The alarm.
I sprinted out of the room, running until I made it to Milo's room. The house was pitch black, light spilling into the hallway from Milo's nightlight. Milo was sitting up in his bed, his body shaking like a leaf.
I tried to give him a calm smile. "Everything's okay, don't worry."
Most likely I was trying to convince myself with the soothing words. I quickly racked my brain on what to do. Leaning forward, I pulled Milo's nightlight out of the wall. Ignoring the shaking of my hands I pulled out my phone to call Santiago. It rang and rang... nothing.
I fought the curse words from slipping out of my lips.
I could wait and possibly die or try and find Santiago and possibly die.
"Milo I want you to lay under the bed, don't make a noise. Okay? I'll be right back." I whispered, biting my lip.
My chest tightened as I said the words.
He nodded and got onto the floor, proceeding to slide under the bed. I stood up, making sure he was hidden from view. Once I made sure he was, I turned to tiptoe out of the room. If I was correct Santiago would always walk in the direction of the kitchen before he would disappear for hours. That's probably where he'd be.. where the guns would be.
I passed through the kitchen, making sure I could see what was directly in front of me in the dark. The alarm shut off, leaving the house in complete silence. Is that better.. or worse?
I grabbed a knife from the counter, gripping it tightly in my hand. It probably wouldn't do much against a gun but it was better than nothing. If someone was already in the house and Santiago was nowhere to be seen I was as good as dead.
The silence suddenly felt deafening the minute I felt goosebumps spread across the expanse of my body. I whipped around knife first. The person grabbed my wrist tightly, the knife falling from my hand. A loud metallic clank was heard throughout the room. The person turned me around harshly, pulling me to their chest. My throat tightened as I felt a gun press against my temple.
"You would've been dead had I been someone else." Santiago growled lowly.
He loosened his grip on me, placing the gun in my hand. "Go back to the room with Milo, okay?"
