Pewdiecry: Alone

Chapter 14

Cry

It's dark. I can hear the rain outside beating heavily on the thick glass of the window. The sound is somehow calming, reassuring. No one would light a fire in the middle of a storm right? 

Felix moved beside me. He was asleep. It had taken hours, but we had both drifted off for a while. The sounds of the people set on alert outside our rooms was another reassuring factor of the house. My father had called in a few of his friends, and they had called their friends, and so we have a small army currently guarding us from sick psychos out for Felix's head. All because he had killed that man. 

I don't see him any differently knowing about this. He's still Felix. Scared, paranoid and slightly strange. That was Felix before his memories came back, and that was him now. I think he's still scared of being alone. Although I can't be sure. He had calmed down enough to sleep anyway. I had woken up thanks to the rain, and a rather loud lightening clash. How Felix was still asleep was actually a small mystery, but I was also secretly glad he hadn't woke up. He needs the sleep.

I sigh and lie back. What am I going to do with him? The darker question flashed through my mind. What would I do without him if he got hurt? They were after him after all. Okay, so they wanted us dead too, but they want him to die. I scratched my head, ruffling my hair into more of a bed mess. This is so fucked up. 

I jumped at another crack of thunder. Felix moved, turning so his body was closer to mine. I turn and hold him there. His warmth spread through me as his scent flooded my senses. God I love him. I closed my eyes, listening to his soft breathing. I don't want him to get hurt anymore. He's protected me against my shadows. They still haunt me. Hanging at the back of my mind, ready to leap out at any moment. My mask used to be the only thing able to keep them at bay. I open my eyes and see it on the bedside table on his side. He'd taken it off to kiss me softly as soon as we had entered the room. It was a kiss full of gratitude and love. He wasn't smiling, he was still worried about our safety, but he seemed to have had some sort of weight lifted from his shoulders. The dark holes of the mask were staring at me, as if willing me to put it back on. But I stared back. Somehow, Felix became my mask, my light to keep even the darkest of my shadows at bay. The haunted parts of my mind were almost forgotten when I'm with him. 

A loud crash startled me out of my thoughts. For a moment I thought it was the thunder again, but another followed another. I sat up, putting my mask on instinctively and nudging Felix to wake him up. He sat up, tired and dazed. There was screaming coming from outside and somewhere inside the house. The loud cracks of gunfire rings my ears. 

"Oh shit!" Felix got up and grabbed the pistol my father had given him. He hadn't been keen on it at first, holding it like it was toxic. But now, he held it firmly in his right hand. It looked so natural for him. I grabbed my own pistol and stood beside him. "They're dangerous Ryan." He says. "Most are trained... if you don't shoot first..."he trailed off, afraid to say the rest. I nod. I know its dangerous. Groups of men are waving guns around with the intention to kill. The gun in my own hand seemed heavy.

The door crashed open, a large man with an equally large gun stormed in. Before I even had time to think, there was a sharp bang and the man fell to the floor, his head landing by my feet. His blood spread onto my bedroom floor, soaking into the carpet. Felix grabbed me and pulled me away, almost dragging me into the hallway.
My dad was there, hiding behind an open door. The doors of the house were all solid oak, an expense that my mother, who was hiding behind him, is probably now grateful for. She was holding on to her dish cloth. I smile breifly as I imagined her beating the people with it. Another sharp bang of a gun shocked me out of my thoughts.

"Stay focused Ryan." Felix said as he fired more shots into the dark. I couldn't see anyone. Yet I heard people fall to the floor and others yell in pain. The noises were traumatizing. I couldn't think straight let alone stay focused.
I heard a loud click and I was being pulled to the floor. Something landed on top of me just before someone let loose with their own firepower. It was huge, a barage of bullets hitting the walls, the open doors, the furniture. My hands were holding my head, as though that would protect me. I was still being anchored to the ground. Felix's voice was in my ear.
"We have to run." His hand was on mine, gripping it. They were trembling, just like mine. He was scared too. I nodded and just then the gun fire stopped. We were up and running before they could even think about reloading. We ran to my parents. My mum gripping me in a vice hug as soon as we got there.
"Oh, Cry, you aren't hurt are you?" I shake my head and hug her back. Felix was talking to my dad.