Fixing Me ∞ Hood

Chapter 60 - Spy

"Jordan, you and Smith go around the side and get in through one of the windows or any way you can. Once you're in, meet Joey and Troye in the middle - they'll be coming in from the opposite window. If anything goes wrong, call out and run. Whoever is close by will try to get there as soon as possible." Alex orders.

I nod and move closer to Smith. I hate to say it, but I'm scared. This can so easily go South so quickly. It's not even a fifty-fifty chance, it's more like a ninety-ten chance, maybe even less.

"Alright," Alex speaks to the whole group of us. "You all know what to do, let's go."

Everyone splits off into their pairs or groups, and Smith, Joey, Troye and I all make our way down together. We're all dressed in black, the typical gear that we wear. I have a gun stuck in my combat boot, but I won't use it. I will never use a gun unless I absolutely have to. Just the feeling of the cold metal against my skin makes me feel nauseous.

"Good luck guys," I whisper to Joey and Troye. "We'll see you in there."

"You too." Troye nods.

"Don't get killed." Joey grins, although I can see slight fear in his eyes.

"Thanks." I roll my eyes.

We split off, walking around different sides of the house. I reach out and take Smith's hand in my own.

"What about your boyfriend?" Smith frowns.

I shake my head and squeeze his hand. "We're in this together, Smith. I won't leave you behind."

"And I won't leave you behind." He squeezes my hand back. "But promise me something, Jordan. If we see Jimmy or Johnny, you run. I don't care if you have to leave me behind, I don't want them to break you again."

"I have to learn to fight back, Smith." I sigh.

"Not against them. Please promise me you'll run if you see them?"

"I promise." I nod after a second. "But you'll be running with me. I can't let them hurt any more people I care about."

He nods and we both crouch down, slowly and carefully making our way across to the side of the house, hiding behind objects to check if the coast is clear every now and then. Before I realise it, we're at the window that Alex wants us at.

"Cover me." I whisper to Smith.

He nods and I reach up to peak through the window. It's dark, so I can't really see much, but what I do see makes me feel sick. I see a bed with chains locked onto the headboard. It looks just like the room I use to be locked in ten years ago. The only difference, thankfully, is that there is no one attached to the other end of the chains.

Even though it's a long shot, I reach up and push on the window, knowing that it probably won't be open. But strangely, it does. The old, rusty hinges squeak as I push it open and I pray that nobody inside was close enough to hear it.

"The window's open." I whisper to Smith.

"What?" He frowns.

"It's open." I point up.

We both stare at it for a few seconds.

"Does it seem too good to be true to you?" Smith whispers.

"Yeah," I gulp. "But it's our only way in."

"I'll go first." Smith pushes me aside gently. "Cover me."

Smith has a habit of doing this. Making himself go first. He always does it, especially with me. I'm always scared that he'll get himself hurt because he never tends to think about things before he goes through with them, but there's no use in stopping him. I've tried a few times and it never works.