Lockdown

Chapter 9

We ran down the hall, searching for a new place to stay. "Where should we hide? We were lucky earlier, but I don't think we can be lucky again." I whispered as we peeked around a wall to see if someone was near.

Our breaths got caught in our throats and we froze when we saw a group of men who look to be about 19, standing in a circle. They were all talking amongst each other. Each of them were loaded with pistols and rifles. There were about five of them.

"Have any of you guys seen Kris? He was just here." one of them asked while looking around. We quickly hid behind the wall. Zeke grasped my waist and pulled me closer to him.

"I don't know. I think he went that way." another guy replied. I already knew that they were talking about our direction. Zeke tensed and his hold tightened.

"Zeke." I whispered with a wince. His hold on me was so tight, I felt like I was going to pop like a balloon. He didn't seem to notice that I was calling him because he continued to breath heavily while closing his eyes tightly.

"Zeke." I tried again as I started clawing at his arms.

He looked down at me and quickly loosened his hold on me. "Sorry." he muttered. I could hear the fear in his voice and he looked like he was about to start freaking out.

I waved him off while breathing out a large breath that was caught in my throat. The footsteps of the group of men started moving closer towards us. I looked around for a place where we could hide. My eyes immediately landed on a door with a sign on it that said 'woman' on it.

I grabbed Zeke by the wrist and dragged him over to it. "I can't go in there. That's the girls' bathroom." he protested.

I rolled my eyes and shoved him inside. I pushed the door close behind me and pulled out my phone so that I could use the flashlight since it was pitch black in the room. We walked over to the largest stall and locked ourselves in it. The whole room was dark except for the little light that shone out of my phone.

We both slid down so that our butts were on the floor. Zeke still had this look of horror on his face. I studied his face quizzically. How does he know Kris? This just occurred to me. How the hell does he know them?

He pulled the beanie off of his head and began running his fingers through his messy hat-hair. I've never seen him without a beanie on. He's always wearing that thing. My eyes widened at how nicely cut it was and how silky it looked. I was tempted to just lean forward and feel his hair. But I wouldn't do that because I would most likely embarrass myself doing so.

I quickly averted my eyes when Zeke caught my gaze. I could already feel my cheeks heat up, but thank God he can't see since its dark and the light from my phone wasn't enough to catch something like that.

"How do you know those guys?" I asked once I was able to find my voice.

"I've dealt with bad people." His answer was short and cold. Geez, what's got his balls twisted?

"Who's Kris?" I asked.

"A guy." Again, it was short and harsh. He really needs to take whatever is stuck up his butt and pull it out. There's a toilet right over there. He can flush it down.

I rolled my eyes. "You are so annoying. Who's Kris and how do you know him? Give me more than a sentence."

His eyes met mine and he frowned. "Why should I tell you? It's none of your business anyways." I felt my heart clench at his words. Why does he have to be such a bastard?

"Because I care." I blurted out. I quickly gasped and slapped my hand over my mouth. Zeke's eyes widened as he stared at me in confusion. "I-I...I mean.....I told you about my past, which was obviously none of your beeswax. So tell me Anderson, who are they and how do you know them?"