Lockdown

Chapter 4

My eyes caught site of a little space between a tall bookshelf and the wall. The bookshelf was filled with cookbooks, food magazines, and a Cooking basics for Dummies book. The bookshelf stood not far from the desk, but it was a good distance from Zeke.

"Valentine, you're acting so childish. Get down here before someone sees you through the window of the door." Zeke's voice was harsh which made me even more furious. I just ignored him.

I went over to the bookshelf and squeezed between the wall and the back of the bookshelf. There was just enough space for me to get down on the floor and bring my knees up to my chest.

I don't get why there's this much space behind the bookshelf, but right now I was thanking God for the space. I buried my face into me knees and silently cried. This is the most scariest situation I've ever been in. The second most terrifying situation I was in was when I was in that car accident a couple years ago.....

I heard another gunshot from the hallway along with a high pitch screech. More screams followed suit along with more gunshots.

I sunk further into my spot and let out a tiny yelp. It sounded as if it was moving closer. I clenched my eyes very tightly. I sucked in and released a shaky breath. I took off my glasses and started cleaning the lenses from tear droplets with the bottom of my hoodie.

I slipped my glasses back on and jumped when I heard yet another set of cries.

"Valentine?" Zeke whispered.

"What?" I snapped back.

"Are you okay?" Zeke asked with concern evident in his voice.

"I'm fine." I replied coldly.

I heard footsteps and a shadow coming towards me. I sucked in a breath. I sunk further down into my spot, hoping that whoever was there to kill me wouldn't notice me here.

I was about to scream when the shadowy figure appeared before me, but a wash of relief flowed through me when my eyes met with a pair of familiar brown ones.

"What do you want? You're going to give away my hiding spot, idiot."

His jaw clenched, but he shook his head and ignored what I said. A gunshot echoed again. Zeke cringed with fear. My heart started beating even faster because it sounded a lot closer than the other one.

"Please come back under the desk." he begged.

I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. "Why?"

His eyes left mine and he ducked his head so that I wouldn't be able to see his face. "Because."

"Awwwww. Is Zeke afraid?" I taunted with the little bit of courage I had left. Honestly, I was freaking out too. Every time I hear a gunshot, I feel like I am going to shit my pants. I just wanted to give him a hard time.

He mustered a scoff and looked back up at me with narrowed eyes. "No." he protested. "I know that you're a baby and I don't want to hear you crying because its annoying."

I rolled my eyes. But I stood up anyways. I know the real reason why he wants me to come back. He's scared and he feels alone when I'm not there. I know that because I was thinking the same thing. I didn't want to get up and move, but I had a point to prove.

I made my way from my spot and stepped out into the open where Zeke stood there. I tilted my head to look up at him with an annoying look. He towered over me like a Great Dane does to a Chihuahua.

He's like a good head and a half taller than me.

He flashed me a smirk, but it quickly got wiped off his face when another gunshot exploded.