Angel [Dark H.S]

•Chapter 20•

Harry

The car swerved as the glass shattered around the window.

"Get down" I shouted at Violet as I attempted to get the car back under control. I scanned the overhead mirror  to get a glimpse at who was behind us but the windows were too dark too see through. I reached down to the inside of the car door and pulled out my gun, putting the window down and turning to aim behind me.

"Who is that?!?!?" Violet shouted besides me.

"Just keep down!" I struggled between shooting and steering as I continued to fire shots.

"I want to help" Violet sat up and turned to me frantically. Fucks sake here we go again.

"No Violet now shut up and get down" why was she doing this now? She always found a way to make situations much harder. I turned the car onto a side road, pushing my foot down harder on the gas.

"Let me help!" She shouted, searching through the compartments until she found another shot gun. I knew having that there was a bad idea. She turned and began shooting out of her window, pulling back when a shot came her way.

"Violet if you get yourself killed I will kill you!" I made a sharp turn down another street in attempts to lose them. They remained close behind, only faltering slightly when I turned.

"We need to lose them" Violet shouted as she climbed into the back seat in order to get a better aim.

"No shit" I yelled back at her, my knuckles whitening as I gripped the wheel tighter. I cringed as a shot shattered through the back window almost hitting Violet before she jumped out of the way.

"Violet be careful!"

Suddenly, the car swerved out of my control as a shot hit the back wheel and before I knew it a harsh impact erupted as the car smashed into something hard.

"Violet.." I barely managed to whisper before it all went black

Violet
Pain flashed through my body as I tightened my eyes closed. Carefully, I started to move my fingers as the feeling slowly came back to my muscles. I cautiously opened my eyes, squinting them again almost immediately at the harshness of the light. The car was completely smashed in at the front, a large tree trunk sticking straight through the windshield. I lifted my hand to my forehead to feel blood pouring down my cheeks. Then I saw him. Harry was unconscious in the front seat, his face peppered with cuts, scratches and blood.

"Harry" I moved forward slowly to reach for him, attempting to ignore the pain as I did. His face was cold under my touch, I moved the stray curls from his eyes as I studied him.

"Harry wake up" my voice shuck in fear. He wasn't moving. I lifted my hand up his neck, a sigh of relief escaping my lips when I felt his pulse.

I pulled away from him when a voice sounded from behind me.

"Are they dead?" The male voice asked as a presence passed the back window. My body froze in fear as I slowly ducked down into the foot space of the passenger seat.

"We better hope not, we need the girl" another voice replied. I covered my mouth as tears filled my eyes and I attempted to remain silent.