Char&Nicky

Death or love tonight

Charlie's POV:

I run out on the hallway without thinking twice. Darkness may have left me, but danger and anticipation followed me from that room and I have no way to shake them off. For some reason Nick told me to run but he himself stayed. Discomfort rises in my chest as my knuckles start to hurt from knocking on that goddamn door: "Nick, we don't have time for this!" Soon enough swift wind caresses my face as Nick breaks trough the darkness of the room. "What were you doing in there?", agitation slips trough my voice. "Negotiating", he replies shortly, "Come on, we have to move." He walks past me looking behind him to make sure I'm following his step. "Nick, how are we gonna do this?", he grabs my wrist and invites me to walk faster, "My dad isn't picking me up for at least an hour and we are in the middle of nowhere!"

"I know, my mum is sound asleep until the hour she needs to pick me up, but we'll manage. We'll be okay Char."

My heart flutters a little, unsure of the reason why. It may be because Ben's lads could be after us at any given moment, or the fact that Nick just beat the living daylights out of my abuser and protected me from him again, or it could be the firm reassurance in his voice as he said we would be okay.

"Luckily, this mansion is huge. We won't have trouble finding a place to hide for a while", I really want to believe his words, but it's hard to when we are barely pushing trough the crowd of drunk idiots.

"We have to find a secluded place first", I yell into Nick's ear. It's hard to say anything while being kicked in the ribs like I'm a pinñata full of beer for drunk teenagers. People around us are dancing and having chaotic fun, talking and singing over each other. Meanwhile, we are running for our safety.

I get squished from both sides by two jocks so hard that I could barely breathe, let alone move. Torugh the crack between their shoulders I catch a glimpse of Nicks back leaving me behind. Great, atleast I won't die from Ben's lads, rather from being between two jacked up dudes. Not the worst way to go.

As I struggle for my breath while being pushed around in the rithm of Lady Gaga's latest, a strong sting grabs my arm and pulls me out of that mess, finally I can atleast move. But... not so much.

"You okay there Charlie?"

I couldn't say anything from all the people pushing me around, only a few sounds came out of my mouth before Nick wrapped his arms around me to protect me from the rest of the crowd.

I... never, EVER thought... that...

Well all thoughts are gone from my head at this point. Nick was leading anyways, I just needed to follow his step as he pushed us trough. What were we doing again?

Oh that's right. Nick's warm and not so suprisingly strong arms are pushing us trough the crowd so we don't end up on the news as the newest accident at an adolescent party.

Just as we were about to break trough, something pushes us and I fall trough the crowd on the ground. With my palms sweaty, I turn around to see a mid guy at best with treathening stare yelling at Nick and I, then whispering something to his truly mid friend. You would hope for those guy's beauty to atleast come from inside. Unlucky for us, that wasn't the case.

Nick turns to meet me, grabs me by the arm and sweeps me from the floor. Our speed increasing with every step.

"Charlie, that's THEM. We have to hide!"

"How the hell do you know them?"

"Don't worry about that, just RUN!"

He nods his head backwards, there were atleast five ugly but strong af dudes chasing after us.