Battle Scars

Ch 28

I sprinted through the front door. Liam ran out of the Living room with a gun pointed at me. I raised my hands in the air. "DON'T SHOOT DON'T SHOOT IT'S ALEX AND JACK" Jack closed the door behind us, Liam not dropping the gun from my head.

Liam finally lowered the gun. He walked forward and brought me into a hug. I could hear his heart beating fast in his chest. We pulled away. I took a look at him. Bruises were forming on his face and he had little cuts on his face. His knuckles also had blood on them.

I walked into the living room. Harry lay on the couch as Emily tended to his left arm. His eyes squeezed shut every time she touches it. Pain is written all over his face. Harry also had blood stains on his white shirt along with cuts and bruises. I stand there with my arms crossed watching Harry and Emily. Liam is to my right, Jack to my left.

"How bad is it?" I gesture towards Harry. "Not bad, just a skin, it barely hit him. It's a lot better than Jack's." Emily responded

"How did they get in." I spoke angrily.

"They popped the screens out of the windows and they also came through the front door." Jack responded.

"How many?"

"5"

"Armed?"

"Yes"

"With?"

"Guns; they all had pistols."

"ALEX!" I turned to Jack, "Alex the information!" He and Liam bolted up the stairs. I walked up behind them. I heard Jack yell in frustration. I entered my room. "GOD FUCKING DAMN IT THEY GOT THE FILES!!" Jack screamed. I looked at Jack and Liam they were both angry. I laughed. They looked at me with angry confused faces.

"They didn't get the information." I shake my head. "Those were fake. Filled with recipes and old essays from school."

"Then where are the files?" Liam asked.

"I'm not telling you. The less people know the safer they'll be off." I walk over to my night stand and opened the bottom drawer. My 9mm pistol sat there still. 'Idiots.' I think to myself. "Leave so I can change" I tell the boys. They nod and walk out closing the door behind them.

I quickly change into black skinny jeans with a white tank top with my leather jacket. I walk back over to my night stand. There was a knock at my door. "Come in" I answer. All of them come in.

I open up my bottom drawer. "So what are we going to do about Louis?" Harry asked. "Nothing" I lock the bullet card into the gun and put it in my waistband and head to my closet. "What do you mean nothing?!" Harry spat angrily.

"You guys are going nowhere. I am going to HQ to get him." I walk over to my bathroom.

"You're not doing this alone. Especially if you are going to HQ." Jack argued. "Yes I am. Less people, easier to fit in, lower chance of getting caught." I lift a tile from my bathroom floor where I hid extra bullets. I grabbed an extra card.

"At least bring me; I know my way around!" Jack stepped forward. I sarcastically laughed. "You are the last person I would bring, Jack. You'll stick out like a sore thumb."

"Then bring Liam, Harry or Emily with you!" Jack just stop fighting oh my god. Why can't he just drop it. "No, I will not bring them. Harry is injured, Emily has not shot a gun, and Liam has no experience."

"Yes I do! Back in England I was a pretty good shot!" Liam defended himself. "You're a newbie here. This is not something I want to bring a newbie in on."

"Then bring Owen or one of the guys!" Jack tried. I shook my head. "Jack I said no. No means no." I stood up from the bathroom floor and headed towards the door when my cell phone went off. I pulled it out of my pocket to see it was Louis calling. "Its Louis!" I shout.