Leather Dreams

Black out

Black out (Chap 13)

Amaya pov:

Darkness spun the world and everyone screams and grabs onto whatever or whoever they can find.

Millys hand tightly grips mine as I hear Angelo curse under his breath.

"This goddamn motherfuckers," he mutters under his breath which I barely hear after all the screams.

I hear people shouting and the police sirens as we all stumble to whatever exit we find and push our way through sticky drunk bodies.

It's chaos as Milly and I make a run, I catch Max behind us but I squint my eyes and see two figures fighting.

With the glint of a sliver knife catching the moonlight, it slams down and I turn my head too scared to looked.

Fear flashes through me as we both run as fast as we can.

What the actually fuck is happing right now?

"This way!!!" Max shouts and barges past a group of people trying to open the back door, slamming his body into it, breaking the glass.

Milly and I help Max to his feet and the three of us sprint out, catching sight of police lights and people fighting on the floor, rolling around on the grass.

The street lamps were dim but everyone could see now, running as fast as they could to get the hell out of there.

Two groups of boys are aggressively fighting each other, pulling out small weapons, while a sense of dread makes my stomach drop.

Milly and Max both look determined to get the hell out of here and I can't help but be dragged along by them, because I'm too frozen by fear.

Blood splatters on the floor as I just about dodge a guy getting slammed it me, making me stumble but Max takes my other hand and we all keep on running.

Somehow I feel like a child again, with Milly and Max as my parents. Typical, I'm always third wheeling with them.

I mentally slap myself as I realise now is not the time to make stupid jokes. But to be honest I can't help it, comedy is how I cope in shitty and scary situations.

I like to breeze over all the serious things with a silly thing to help it all go away, that way it doesn't hurt as much.

Max, Milly and I run about six blocks away before we all slump against an old abandoned alleyway, taking in deep breathes of air.

All of a sudden a sharp fear, shoots through me. I hope Dexter got out ok. Even though he is an asshole and I wanted to stab him, I hope he gets out ok.

Maybe I should've joined in the fight to stab him for how much he embarrassed me.

I shake that thought away and look at Max who gently rubs Milly's back and kisses her forehead as she leans against him.

Yes, guys. Just rub salt in my wound.

I can't help but smile at my own silly joke and lean against the wall, amused with myself.

Sometimes I generally think I'm crazy. Maybe Dexter was right. Maybe I am a bore and a grumpy person. But....I like myself though....is that so bad?