Who's Bad

Found

It wasn't long until Mr. happy-go-lucky walked through the door. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Mason. A smile tried to find its way to his lips but failed. I shot a heated glare his way. Mason quickly darted behind the chair he was once sitting in.

"You have some serious explaining to do."
"Okay.. What did I do now?"
"Can you please explain to me why the hell the F.B.I. is looking for you?"
"Wait.. The F.B.I. is here?"
"Yes.. A dude showed up and he was looking for you. He told me he was from the F.B.I. and he tried to kidnap me."
"Mason?"

Mason slowly came up from behind the couch. My eyes darted between him and Michael. I can't wait to hear this. Michael glanced at me and walked over to Mason.

"No! Whatever you have to say, you can say it in front of me!"
"Go upstairs and start packing some clothes."
"I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer!"
"Stop being so fucking stubborn and go do what I told you to do!"
"You're not my father! You're my husband!"

Mason ducked back behind the couch. I really don't blame him.. This was about to get real ugly..

"Get your ass upstairs right now!!!"
"Like I said before I'm not going anywhere until I get an answer!"
"Like I said before get your ass upstairs and start packing some clothes!"
"You know what?? You irk my very last nerve!! I hate you!! I don't even know what I saw in you!! I'm starting to think you married me just for the fun of it! I'm not some toy you can freaking play over! I have feelings just like you!"
He crossed his arms and stared at me. "Did that make you happy?? Anything else you want to get out of your system??"
"Ummm guys...."
"NOT NOW MASON!" We said in union.
"As a matter of fact, that did make me happy."
"Well I'm happy it did.. Now get your ass upstairs."
"Fuck you Michael.. You can't tell me what to do."
"Fine.. You can.."
He stopped in mid-sentence as a red laser shot in-between us and hit the wall. We both looked at it. Please tell me that's not what I think it is. Our gazes met Mason's.

"We got company."
"Fuck.. Here we go again."

My head snapped towards Michael. Again?? What he mean by again?? I was to shocked to move. So the laser was what I thought it was.. Michael rushed over to me and we dropped to the floor. Gunshots rung out.. Shattering glass, hitting walls, the tv, pictures, everything. Tears started falling from my eyes. I can NOT believe this is happening to me. I'm getting shot at! My nerves weren't good for this kind of situation!

"I don't wanna die!!" I cried out.
"Listen to me. You're not going to die. Go upstairs and pack some clothes and met us at the back door in ten minutes."
"I can't!! What if I get killed!"
I started crying harder. I don't know how to deal with things like this. It's not like every day you get shot at by some random people. Well maybe for Michael, but not me. He cupped both sides of my face and made me look into his eyes. For some odd reason, I became calmed. I stopped crying and placed my hands on his.
"What's the most important thing in a relationship?"
"Communication?"
"No.."
"Respect?"
"No."
"Love?"
"Close.."
"Trust??"
"There you go!! You have to trust me.. You won't get hurt.. I'll protect you, I promise."

He was about to kiss me when a bullet flew in-between us which caused us to jerk back.

"Oh hell no!! Mason, it's go time!"
"About time."

They both pulled out two guns. -_- You have got to be kidding me.. Now I was really curious.. Where the hell do they work?? This must be one interesting job. You have the F.B.I. looking for you and you get shot at. Amazing! I wasted no time hurrying up the stairs and into our room. I grabbed two suitcases and started dumping random clothes, shoes, underwear, socks, and bras into them, hoping that we had everything we needed. I zipped them up, raced out of our room, and back downstairs. Gunshots were still flying. I dropped to the ground and began crawling. I finally made it to the back door where Michael and Mason were waiting. Michael took the suitcases and we raced out of the door. A car was parked in the back driveway. Of course, he would have a car parked back here. Michael threw Mason the keys and he unlocked the doors. I climbed into the back seat while Mason got in and popped the trunk. Michael the suitcases in the trunk and quickly got in the passenger's side. Mason started the car and took off down the road. I pulled my knees close to my chest. I was completely shaken up.

"You okay??" Michael asked in his most soothing voice.
"HELL NO!! I just got shot at! How the hell do you think I feel right now??"
"Fair enough.."
"They shouldn't have found you two that easily.."
"I know.. I would have given them another three or four months."
"Same here."
"Guys... I have to tell you something." I whispered softly.
"What is it??" They asked in union.
"I have a tracking device planted in my arm."