Back To You

5- Actually, there is

Hailey's P.O.V.

It's been a month since I left Mexico. To say I was bored was an absolute understatement but I guess it's better than getting a bullet to my head.

The time went so slowly here and I couldn't even pass the time by sleeping because anytime I closed my eyes I would have nightmares. Marcos' eyes haunted me and if it wasn't him it was Carlos'. The dreams were always the same, Carlos finally caught up to us and was about to kill me but I never got to see if he succeeded because I would wake up, panicking and drenched in sweat.

I was tired.

I just got out of the shower, was eating my bowl of cereal and watching some old reruns of Friends, when I heard a noise.

I finished chewing and listened carefully.

Nothing.

"Amy?" I whispered.

She came running out of her room, "Get down."

She grabbed my arm, pulling me down when all of a sudden all I heard was rapid gun fire filling the morning air.

I covered my head, not knowing what else to do as Amy shielded me with her body.

There was a loud crash and the sound of windows shattering. Moments later a loud bang with a bright flash went off, momentarily blinding me. The noise was so loud, I couldn't hear anything after and I was still having a hard time seeing too.

Was I hit?

"Come on," I heard Amy say in a muffled tone as she placed her arm around my back, both struggling to crawl behind the couch.

I rubbed my eyes but everything was still blurry.

Someone grabbed me. I was about to swing and kick to defend myself, when I noticed it was Justin.

"It's just me, let's go. We need to get to the garage while the others hold them back. come on."

Helping us up, Justin wrapped my one arm around his neck and then did the same with Amy, leading us out of the house and into the car.

I rubbed my eyes trying to see, as Justin sped out of the garage. "What the fuck was that noise?"

"A flash grenade. Side effects last just a few minutes. Are you guys alright?" Justin asked.

"Yes." We both said, simultaneously.

Justin was right, my vision was returning and the ringing in my ear had stopped the further he drove away.

"I don't have my picture." I whispered to myself. Struggling to stop myself from crying over something so little when I have a mad man that's trying to kill me.

A few miles down the road I heard engines revving and the squealing of tires. I quickly turning around to see what was going on, Justin slammed on his breaks when a group of SUVS surrounded us.

"Shit. Hailey, get down!" Justin yelled as people started shooting at us again.

I covered my ears and got down as low as I could. Justin and Amy got out of the car and started firing back.

The guns kept going off and I heard people yelling as I stayed low.

"Hailey." I heard a familiar voice call out behind me.

Danté.

My breathing picked up, I looked up with tears streaming down my face as I looked Carlos' brother in the eyes.

He grabbed me hard, yanking me out of the car. "Let's go, we need to talk." He yelled as he started pulling me to another vehicle.

"Danté, por favor. Déjame ir. (Danté, please. Let me go) I tried pleading with him.