Never Look Back

Chapter 10- Kaytlin

The psychotic man stood a foot away from us, holding a small handgun.

"One move, and I shoot. Get up slowly, and follow me."

I stood up slowly, and immediately fell back to the ground. The effects of the sweet stuff he had knocked me out with was still lingering.

Emma saw my struggle and helped me stand.

The man walked out the door. We followed close behind. I thought about making a run for it. Should I? No, I decided. I would never make it in my condition. Plus, he had a gun. I'd be dead three times over before I made it out the door.

"This room." The man stopped outside a door. "If you try to leave," The man smiled. "Well, lets just say you won't make it very far."

He shoved us into the small, empty room. He gave us one last psychotic grin, a slammed the door. I heard him turn the lock.

As soon as I heard foot steps going down the stairs, Emma jumped up.

"Come on!" She whisper-yelled. "Let's make a break for it!"

I gave her a sorrowful look. "If I thought I could, I'd be far outta here by now."

Emma crossed her arms over her chest. "Then lets go already."

I rolled my eyes. "We can't. He has a gun. Besides, he locked the door."

This time Emma rolled her eyes. "Haven't you noticed? Everything in this house is broken. That lock probably is to."

"Fine." I said, not believing her.

"What'll we do about the gun?"

"We won't be going downstairs. While he was walking us to this room, I was checking out the other rooms. One of them has a telephone."

I took a deep breath. "Fine. But we have to be quick and quiet."

"One problem." Admitted Emma. "I don't know who to call. I'm still wanted for murder, so I can't exactly call the police, or my parents."

I faintly smiled. "Leave it to me."

We tiptoed- Well, Emma tiptoed, and I leaned on her while trying not to pass out- to the hallway. Emma had been right. The lock was broken.

We walked down the cracked linoleum floor a few doors down.

"This room!" Emma whispered.

I opened the door, whining at the screech of the hinges, and we walked in.

"There!" Emma said, pointing to a nightstand. A blue phone rested on top. It was one of those old spinning dial phones that your grandparents have. It was covered in layers of dust and cobwebs. I brushed it off with the sleeve of my sweatshirt.

"Who are you going to call?" Asked Emma.

"Someone I hoped I'd never have to talk to again."

I spun the dial, repeating the numbers I knew by heart.

The phone rang. On the third ring, a familiar voice answerd.

"Hello?"

"Kyle? It's Ivy. I need help."

~ *•*•*•*•*~

"Well? When's he coming?"

"Any minute now." I answered. I had called Kyle and Emma was able to tell us where he could find us. He was gonna bring a whole troop of police. There were perks for 'dating' a guy who worked with police.

"Well, he better hurry. There's no telling when that awful man will come-"

The door to the room opened. It was the man.

"Hello. When our you police friends coming? I've been waiting."

"-back" Emma finished.

"Let's go welcome them." The man said smiling. "There probably waiting for you two."

He gestured for us to follow him out the door. He was still holding the gun, so we obeyed. In his other hand, he concealed an object. I had no clue what it was. I walked out the door on my own, ignoring Emma's try to help me walk.

As we walked down the steps, I realized Emma had been right. Everything was broken. He led us out the shattered and half boarded up front door, and then on to the huge front lawn.

"Stand here."The man directed. "I'm going to show you what happens when people aggravate me, and I want to make sure you two get front seats."

He walked over to the huge white truck. He still held the strange object in his left hand.

I heard distant sirens. A police car pulled up in the driveway. Kyle jumped out and ran towards me. About ten police officers ran out after him.

The psychopath raised his arm,

And at that moment I knew what was happening. I knew what that man was holding. I knew what he was gonna do.

Time seemed to slow down. Kyle's lips started forming my name.

Than the man threw the grenade, and everything exploded before my very eyes.