Finding Love

Chapter 50

AJs POV

I open my eyes and am met with a ceiling.

A lightbulb up above shines down bad yellow lighting, and I watch as the lightbulb fucking moves-

I'm moving.

Fuck that- I'm being dragged.

Confused as fuck, I glance around, immediately spotting the blonde girl in front of me, who has my ankle in her possession and is fucking dragging me by it.

"Bitch" I groan, dropping my head back down and closing my eyes.

The moving stops.

And my ankle is dropped.

"AJ?" Lynn whispers, and when I open my eyes I see her now kneeling beside me.

"I'm not a fucking rag doll. Don't drag me" I mumble, bringing a hand up and shielding my eyes. My heads fucking pounding. Then again, in comparison to the agonising pain I feel all over, it's not that bad.

To my surprise, I feel Lynn lean her forehead against my chest, and she cries. "Oh thank god- you're okay.." She whispers, and I sigh, moving my hand and patting her back. "I wouldn't say okay- but I'm alive" I mumble.

With the help of Lynn, I stand up, only to quickly lean against the wall from the sudden pain putting pressure on my right leg caused.

Glancing down, I see the ripped material of my jeans, and remember that fucker sliced my leg a bit.

"You've been out for a few minutes" She blurts, looking at me worriedly. "I-I didn't know how to get us out so I- I thought going to the med room would be best" She mumbles.

I look at her confused. "How do you know there's a med room?" I mutter, and realisation washes over her features. "Fuck- you don't know..we're in warehouse three".

You have got to be shitting me.

"Of course" I mutter, glancing up and down the hallways.

Suddenly, it all becomes familiar.

I know exactly where we are.

"They'll be looking for us soon. We don't have much time" She says rushed, and I then notice the radio she has clipped to her jeans.

Smart girl.

"We escaped before. We can do it again" I mutter, trying to search my brain for a plan.

"We really should get you to the med room" Lynn mumbles, eyeing me up and down.

I take this time to look at her. The gash on the side of her forehead is still there, now accompanied by a swollen cheek, and blood splatters on her face and shirt-

Fuck- only then do I notice the massive pool of blood straining her shirt.

"Lynn" I whisper, fucking horrified.

She follows my line of view and shakes her head immediately. "It's not mine!" She tells me quickly. "I shot some guy in the face and he fell on me".

My god.

This is weird as fuck to me.

I'm so used to protecting Lynn- from everything.

I think I'm only realising now she's well capable of taking care of herself.

"Hey Lucas, how are things going down there?" A very familiar voice suddenly rings out from the radio clipped to Lynn's jeans.

Fucking Jax.

I then remember who Lucas is- and realise our time of sneaking around undetected has run out.

"Weapons room" I suddenly mumble, a very bad plan forming in my head.