How To Stay Afloat (BxB)

Chapter 85: enemy of my enemy is my ally

Noah stands before me in the bunker. He's holding a knife and wearing a creepy smile. "I'm here to finish my job." He whispers.

I try to stand up, but feel like my body won't move as he slowly raises the knife in the air. I wanna scream, but no sound comes out.

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"What the fuck?" I hear someone's voice waking me up.

I gasp as I open my eyes and scan the room for Noah, still confused from the nightmare. I quickly sit up and look around the bunker and to the door where the voice came from.

Adam. He's staring at me wide eyed. I hear footsteps behind him. Please don't let it be Marcus. Let it be Harry.

I stand up and hold up my arms in surrender. "Okay, don't freak out. I can explain." I say, trying to make him stay calm.

I wince as I feel pain rush through me. The pain meds at the hospital did a good job while they were still working. My arm hurts like crazy now. My knees, head, stomach, back and ass hurt, too. Basically everything hurts.

Dean's head pops up behind Adam and I back up a little, scared of his reaction, scared of Marcus being here, too.

"I'm gonna leave, but you can't tell anyone I was here." I say.

Adam walks in, looking at me with his eyebrows furrowed. "Aren't you supposed to be at a mental hospital for rehab? Are you trying to steal my weed again?" He asks me.

"No, I mean yes, no." I mumble. "I was home over christmas." I explain.

Dean is wearing a confused expression as he looks me up and down and then at the wall, where I put sticky notes with all my thoughts and strategies.

I quickly walk over and pull them off the wall so I can take them with me to wherever I'll go next.

"What the hell is all that?" Adam asks, walking over next to me, grabbing one note and looking at it.

"Search history on my phone, timestamps." He reads out loud with a questioning look.

I grab the note from his hand and put it to the others in my hand.

"Uhm. Are google search histories saved with a timestamp or just a date?" I ask him hesitantly.

"Timestamps of course, are you dumb?" He asks.

"How do I find them on the phone?" I ask him.

"Just go to the history and look at it. I can show you if you give me your phone." He suggests.

I nod my head. "Okay, once I have it, I'll maybe come back to you."

How late is it? It's already dark. I fell asleep around four.

Adam suddenly grabs my arm and I shriek and flinch away.

"I'm not hurting you." He says angrily, yet softly as he pulls my right arm to him.

He looks at my wound. Yes, I left it open because Adam doesn't have any gauze or anything and the old one was too bloody and I also dropped it on the dusty floor.

His eyes wander to my other arm where I still have a hospital bracelet I didn't see before.

"Please tell me you didn't run away from the hospital and someone is searching for you." He says.

I give him an innocent smile and he groans and turns to Dean. "Call the police." He says.

My eyes snap open wide when he says that.

"No, no, no. Please. Please. You're gonna get in trouble for drug possession." I point out.

"I don't care. I know you're gonna run off if I try to bring you back to the hospital. It's not the first time." He says.