Deception [slowly being edited]

5

THE WEATHER TODAY is simpatico with the seasonal chances. The air cool and crisp, making me shiver, as usual. Jason stands by my side, as we follow Rory to only God knows where.

"Where do you think we're going?" I whisper to Jason. He shrugs unknowingly.

"He didn't tell me." I notice both him and Rory carry several large guns, along with a few small pistols. The extravagant amount of firearms makes me uncomfortably nervous. I pull my jacket tighter around me. Everything around us seems dead, and lifeless, but I suppose it has always been this way.

"This way," Rory shouts to us, walking into an alleyway. A delivery truck awaits for our arrival. He lifts up the back door, tossing in the guns that are held carefully in his and Jason's arms. He slams the door down, making his way towards the driver's seat. I walk around, hopping into the passenger's seat, squished between Rory and Jason.

Rory turns the key, making the engine come to life. I feel nervous, never having experienced his driving.

"Now, will you tell me where we're going?" I beg. He shakes his head, smirking. "Then, why are there so many guns and why are we driving?"

"Why do you ask so many questions?" He turns the steering wheel, now driving forward on the empty road. I lean my head back against a glass window looking into the back storage area. I am frustrated with the ill amount of answers I'm getting.

Rory shakes me awake. I must've fallen asleep along the way.

"We're here." I rub my sleepy eyes, staring anxiously at the large building we have parked beside. "Come on," he pats my leg, a bit too excited.

"I..." I have the gracefulness of about any discombobulated creature to roam the earth. If I attempt to leave this seat on my own, I may break a few bones, or worse, humiliate myself. He lets out a small giggle, knowing exactly what I'm about to say. He reaches his hand out to me in assistance, I take it. I've never felt so useless in my life, as he practically lifts me from the seat, and helps me reach the pavement.

I follow him through the doors attached to a lopsided frame, making everything inside seem angled.

"Put your jacket over there." I take off my jacket, exposing my shoulders, and tossing it against the wall. The entire room seems empty, except three desolated targets hanging from the ceiling. It all comes to me in one swift, harsh hit.

"No," I back up slowly, towards the door. "You don't expect me to shoot one of those things!" I gesture to the extensive amount of guns he has in his arms.

"Yes, I do." I look to Jason, hoping that he will somehow get me out of this. He nods, agreeing with Rory.

"You need to learn how to shoot."

"No! I can't!" The sound of gunshots has and will forever haunt me. "I can't pull a trigger on that." I whisper, I fight to keep the tears from escaping the corners of my eyes. Jason rushes to me, taking me in his arms. I let myself fall into his embrace, wanting to stay like this forever.

"I know it's scary," he mumbles, his voice muffled by my hair that falls over my shoulders. "After what happened to your mom." The sound of anyone mentioning her makes me cringe. I rest my head on his chest, choking on the tears I'm trying so hard to keep in.

"Im going to turn into her."

"What?" Rory's voice is full of shock and discomfort. He comes up behind us. I don't let go of Jason, if anything, I hold on tighter. "Abbi, you are a lot of things...but you are not your parents, and that's saying a lot, especially from how you've been raised." Something inside of me is sewn back together after years of being ripped apart and slowly being put back to where it's supposed to be. Everything becomes warm as I look at him. I let go of Jason.