Night of the Living Bitches - 5sos

Chapter 81: Staying In Position

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--Erica's POV--
This is ridiculous. They said we were safe, I whisper to Kyleigh as we run past some guests at the ball. They give us a disgruntled look as we push past and make it outside. Luke and Ashton are talking in hushed tones as we hurry over.

They aren't telling us something, Luke says staring at Brenton walking out of Henry's house. His gun is holstered as a knife lies in his palm, How are the kids? he asks, looking at Kyleigh.

They are with Harry. Will someone please tell me why we are up and arms ready to question everything? she asks, looking at Luke for some kind of answer.

I was talking with Brenton and suddenly someone comes over and ushers him away. They said some kind of code that I didn't understand but I knew from the look on Brenton's face that it didn't mean anything good, I tell her as she lets out a sigh.

Guys, we aren't leaders anymore. If something dangerous was happening we would know about it, Ashton says seemingly tired from all the running and hiding. Especially from our split decision on whether we should stay or leave this camp. I know it puts everyone on edge, but I'd rather be overly worried than let my guard down. Not again, We should go back inside before Cora comes out looking for you. She wanted a father-daughter dance. remember, Ashton says making Luke look torn.

I'll go talk to Brenton. I'll figure out what I can, I tell them as Kyleigh gives me a thankful look. One thing about Luke is he won't let things go. He will also do everything in his power to give Cora the life she deserves.

After the three of them disappear inside I turn and try to figure out which direction Brenton went in. When I'm closing in on the bottom of the street, I hear him clear his throat, This wouldn't be your way of getting out of talking with your neighbors, would it? he asks, making me roll my eyes as I turn around.

This would be my way of snooping, I tell him feeling like a kid caught with my hand in the cookie jar. He gives me an unimpressed smile as he turns down his walkie-talkie, Come on. If you can skip the stupid ball, why can't I? I question as he starts walking in my direction.

Cause you're a civilian. You aren't in the inner circle and it's not safe for you to be out here right now, he says making me laugh.

I'm pretty sure I'm better trained than all your men combined. It's different protecting a community and fighting to survive, I tell him as I pick up the hem of my dress and follow him, I can help, I assure him as he comes to a sudden stop.

In that? You'll fall face first onto the ground before we even make it, he says eyeing up my dress. I put my hands on my hips before looking at the knife sticking out of his waistband. When he sees me reaching for it, he backs away, Absolutely not. The seamstress would have me murdered if I let anything happen to that dress, he says beginning to walk again.

Oh, I'm sorry I didn't realize I was in some fucking reality where a dress mattered more than safety, I counter as I jog a little to catch up. He groans and looks up at the dark sky above us.

He turns one last time and holds onto the knife, You're not going to leave me alone, are you? he asks as I stand there confidently, Fine, he whispers in disbelief in himself that he caved so quickly. I thank him as he passes me the knife. He tells me to hurry up and that's all It takes before I'm sliding the knife through the fabric. The floor-length dress soon turns into a knee-length mess of red. I run back over, and he gives me a dead-panned look knowing he's going to get shit for this. But for right now he's my favorite person, There's a hoard coming towards the eastern wall, he says as we stop in front of a building I haven't been to yet.