Two Wrongs Dont Make A Right

Chapter Twelve : Making Out and Near Dead Bodies Dont Mix

Chapter Twelve :

I guess it didn't quite register in my mind that after a minute I would assume a bullet fired from that close would hit me , because when a leaf touched my leg I screamed like fucking Chucky was coming with a knife.

I slowly opened my eyes , and paled at the scene in front of me.

Hunter was sprawled across the grass , blood pooled all around him , and Alec was sliding his gun into a holster.

What the fuck? You're only supposed to see this shit in the movies.

I got to my feet , brushing the dirt and grass off of my clothes.

I walked slowly over to Hunters body , and let out a small breath of relief when I saw his chest moving up and down.

I crouched down , figuring he was knocked out. My eyes flickered to the large tare in his jeans , then the blood pooling from a bullet hole in his leg.

Then I threw up.

I felt Alec's arms encircle my waist , and I leaned back , taking comfort.

I twisted around , and wrapped my arms around his neck.

He stood up , pulling me to my feet as well. I placed a small kiss on his mouth , and he buried his face in the crook of my neck.

"I thought I waited too long. Thought he had hurt you." He breathed.

I tightened my grip on his neck , pushing back goddamn tears.

"I'm sorry. I should've been out here with you." He continued and I left out a small laugh.

He pulled up his hair , his green eyes burning into my pale ones.

"I didn't realize there was something comical about this situation." He said dryly.

I rolled my eyes. "I need to start making you feel guilty more often. You're never this honest."

He let out a low chuckle then placed another crushing kiss on my lips.

"Now can we please go inside? I don't want to stand next to a near dead body while I make out with you."

Alec let out a low chuckle and swept me up , bridal style. He carried me inside and I could breathe normally now that I was away from Hunter.

That reminded me.

I ran to the living room , rooting through my stuff until I found my phone. I hit the first speed dial.

Three rings later my best friend answered her phone.

"Blake?" She questioned , voice trembling.

"Laur! Where are you?" I asked , insanely worried.

"I'm currently locked in my cellar." That would explain the bad reception.

I let out a strained laugh at her worry. Leave it to Laurel to lock herself in the CELLAR.

"You can come out. Hunters... Taken care of." I said , trying not to say much.

"Keep that son of a bitch away from me or I swear to god , I will come after you and Alec with a baseball bat , crowbar and chainsaw." She muttered.

"Chill Laur. He's immobile. Alec took care of it." I explained.

"If you say so."

"By the way , are you hurt? I heard you." I asked , wincing at the memory.

"Just a few bruises and a scrape. Nothing near the baby." She said , and I could envision her placing her hand on her stomach , curling up her legs to protect the unborn from any danger. She would be a terrific mother when she was older.