Learning How to Whisper

Chapter Five:

Whisper's POV:

I needed a cigarette.

So, I did what I always did, I snuck by some raging drunk, slipped my hand into his pocket, and pulled out his cigarettes. He was too drunk and head slamming to notice.

Tyler was a brilliant screamer and all, but my addiction needed to be satisfied if I was to stay here any longer.

I slipped outside, unnoticed as usual, and lit one up, take two long drags before exhaling.

I closed my eyes and leaned again the large chain fence that seperated the football stadium from the parking lot.

I heard car tires screach, but thought nothing of it. And then my eyes burned. I lifted the cigarette to my mouth, opening my eyes as the large truck was speeding towards me.

Gus.

I immediately dropped the cigarette and started to climb the fence. Running would be no use, he'd just turn the steering wheel. But, if I got a bit of hight, maybe I could avoid any major damage.

Such was not the case.

He pressed hard on the gas and dosed through the fence. The jolt cause my hands to ache and make me fall backwards, but my right foot was caught in a chain.

I stared up at the black sky in aching pain. My head slammed on the hood of the car as I fell.

My vision was going to black, but not before Gus got out of the car and gave me a wicked grin.

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Tyler's POV:

Another band was called on, giving us a break. I saw Whisper leave the room twenty minutes ago, I'd had my eye on the door ever since. She was still no where to be found. I rushed outside.

"Whisper!?" I called. I looked everywhere, my eyes darting for a sign.

And then I saw him.

Gus was loading her into the back of his truck. I sprinted towards him. I was enraged.

He tossed her into his truck nd slammed it shut, hitting her head.

I tapped his shoulder, he was only slightly taller than I was.

He turned around, and I slammed my fist into his jaw. He hadn't expected it, so he stumbled back, loosing his balance a couple times, but he still stood.

And then he came at me. I dogded a few blows, but then I was on the ground getting the life beaten out of me.

"Tyler!" I heard Henry yell.

He must've seen.

Him and a very angry mob.

Because then everyone was after Gus.

"Get Whipser!" I ordered Henry when he tried to help me up.

I watched, clutching my stomach s he climbed into the back of the truck and pulled her out.

He held her over his shoulder as he jumped down. He placed her body beside me and checked to see if she was still breathing.

She had a cut and bruised lip, her leg was bleeding, and she must've hit her head.

She honestly looked terrible. I frowned in disbelief and pulled her closer to me.

"I called an ambulence," Henry informed me. "they should be here any minute.