Those Summer Nights |Sidon x Reader|

11. Wounded

CW: Blood, injury, gun violence

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"Fuck!" you shout, stumbling onto the wood of the dock.

You turn to look back at Sidon and your heart crumbles when you see the fear in his eyes.

"J-just," you stammer, your thoughts running at a mile a minute to try and plan, "just- stay here, under the water- um, I'm going to pack everything I have into the car- and- and then we can go. Just- hide!"

You nearly trip over your own feet as you run inside of the cabin. You're panicking, and you need to keep your head on straight if you're going to make this work. You know how the townsfolk will react, they'll be knocking at your door within minutes as soon as that photograph is revealed.

You can't leave behind anything identifying, you fear that they would attempt to track you down if you did. You scramble around the cabin, throwing everything you own into your suitcase. You grab your laptop from the table in the kitchen, your phone from the nightstand beside the bed, your wallet and keys are promptly shoved into the pockets of your shorts. You grab the whistle and the bracelet that Sidon had given you as well.

You're in too much of a rush to even care that you're dripping water everywhere you walk, having just left the lake.

Just as you dash outside to your car your worst fears are realized. Before you even get a chance to shove your suitcase into the trunk of your car you can hear engines approaching. Your eyes are wide as you look up at the road.

There's not just one car. Not even two. It's a whole troupe of them, a brigade of vehicles driving up to the cabin.

They're blocking the road.

You drop your suitcase. You're shaking as you watch the townspeople begin to exit their cars and trucks. You recognize a few, there's the old man from the shop named George, the teenagers who spied on you in the grocery store, and even Milly, the lady from earlier in the day. She walks side by side with a man who you assume is her husband.

Your whole body tenses when you see the shotgun in his hands.

"Where is it?" he shouts at you, his voice gruff. He frowns at you behind his scruffy beard and tattered hat.

Your voice wavers when you reply, "w-where is what?"

"Don't act stupid, city girl! Where is Big Red?" he retorts, raising his voice.

As your eyes trail across the large group of people, you realize that he is not the only one armed. Your gaze flickers to the lake before looking back at them. 'Sidon, please just swim away.'

"Haven't seen him," you lie, attempting to inch closer to the cabin, "must have me mixed up with another city girl."

'If I could just get inside of the cabin-'

"I knew you were a filthy liar!" one of the teens shouts from the crowd, "we've got the picture right here!"

The man leading the group, Thomas if you remembered Milly's words correctly, chuckles and tips his head back, "I s'pose we should be thankin' you for that, you were able to lure him out of the water, and now we've got our proof. So much for him being an 'urban legend', aye city slicker?"

You feel the guilt pool inside of your stomach. It's a sickly feeling. As if the weight of a ton of bricks has settled on top of you.

"W-well," you stammer, "he's not here anymore! So I guess you can get going."

Thomas shakes his head, "no can do, little lady. Now that we know that you can get him outta that water, we're gonna be playin' a little waiting game."

Your heart pounds against your ribcage. You can hear the blood rushing in your ears. You try to make a run for it.