Why oh why did I have to follow the shortcut. Why me??!!!
"is this a usual thing for you? I mean getting into trouble?". I ask, while panting, when we reach a corner to hide.
"I'd rather not answer you Ian, it's bad enough we're breathing the same air". He says.
God help me now, Ricky is already a handful, can't deal with another dickhead.
"you know you're such a.....damn I don't even know what to call you, first a corpse, now freaking gun shooters". I whisper.
"are you calling me a murderer? because I swear to g....". He shouts.
"no I am not, well maybe not yet, and can you please lower your voice, before you blow our temporary cover". I say.
He chuckles.
"I'm sorry we? Go get your brain checked dude, cause you're on your own". He says as he steps out of our hiding place.
"Dean, it's not the time to be idiotic, get your butt back here or you're dead". I whisper-yell.
"I've been surviving all this drama, before you came around, don't see why this time should be any differ.....". He say, but was cut off when he clutches his stomach and falls to the ground.
"I think I got him". One of the men shooting shouts from a distance, and I hear feels running.
I quickly did the best but risky thing that came to my mind.
I drag Dean's complaining butt and myself under a vehicle on the road. You know how horrible the under of a vehicle which hasnt moved in monts are? Yup, that was our lucky vehicle.
"What the hell are you doing?". He asks, as he groans loudly.
"Ssving your sorry butt, now sush, I hear them coming". I say.
"Hey where'd he go?". One of the men ask.
"I don't know man, but I'm sure I got him". Another said.
"Well you say you got him, but I don't see him anywhere, idiot. Everyone split up and if you see him, shoot him somewhere, but make sure he's alive, you got that, now go, go, go". The first man, shouted at them all.
From under the car o could see their feet moving in different directions, and when the coast was clear I breathed well.
"Thank God that's over, owwww". Dean groans as he tries to move out of the highly dirty, smelling, disgusting, uncomfortable under of the car.
But hey, this car helped us, I quietly thanked it in my mind.
"Stay still, just try to apply pressure to the wound while I get help Dean". I say.
"I dont need your goddamn help Ian, besides who're you calling, your scurvy friends". He snorts, while leaning on the car and applying pressure to the gunshot wound.
"Yeah hello Eunice, is there a chance at all you could meet me at a time like this?"
"Um I'm not on my shift, so I guess so"
"Perfecto I'll text you the address". And I hang up.
I sat on the trunk of the car, while Dean was crawling his way to safety, while the blood from his stomach left trails on the ground, eww. Normally I would try my best to help him, but I really, really hate to see and touch blood. I think I have a phobia. When I see my own blood I rush to rinse it out, I dont wipe or clean it, that's how bad it is.
"You can stop trying so hard to get away from the help that's coming your way right now". I tell him.
"I don't need you and your scurby friends to help me, I can do this on my own". He said, still pathetically dragging himself and smearing blood on the floor.
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Non-Fiction17 year old Ivan Ian in his last year in high school. But is left with a question of what next, he doesn't just want to go to college or university like other people but wants to be outstanding and unique. With that he pulls all others with him th...
