This Heist Can Only Go in One Direction

Chapter Twenty-One

Coughing and gasping for breath, I sat forward, tears leaking out of my eyes. I glanced around me, blinking quickly to clear my vision. The front windshield of the car was completely shattered, and both the driver and Stanley lay motionless. Through the windshield, I saw we were off to the side of the backroad-ish highway we had taken.

I glanced beside me to my right, breath freezing in my throat. In horror, I looked to everyone else in the car, a strangled cry escaping from my mouth. My friends all lay around me, unmoving as well. They looked either passed out or dead, and I was scared to find out which it was.

I unbuckled myself and realized the cieling of the SUV was now much lower. We must have rolled once the car flipped. Thank God it didn't cave in. To my right was Stella, and I leaned over her first. To my relief, she didn't look too hurt, but one side of her face was fairly cut up from the side window breaking.

"Stella." I choked out, shaking her shoulder gently. "Stella, please get up. Please."

"Jasey? Are you okay?" I turned to the backseat, seeing Liam slowly waking up. He brushed the broken glass off of him, watching me with wide eyes as blood slowly oozed from a cut on his cheek.

"Thank God you're okay." I breathed, leaning over the back of the seat to hold him. He gripped me tightly, then we separated as we heard a groan come from Harry, who was on my left. He reached up to touch his busted lip, then looked to me, "What happened?" Everyone else began waking up, and Liam and I helped them unbuckle and get most of the glass off of them. No one's cuts seemed too bad, although Stella had the most and apparently I had the deepest on my forehead. 

The firing of a gun caught our attention, and I looked desperately at them. "We have to get out of here." Stella and I shoved our body weights against the door, pushing it open. The frame was completely mangled, making it nearly impossible to open. As soon as everyone was out, I ran around to the other side of the car and began working on pulling Zayn free, as he was still passed out with a rather large bump on his forehead beginning to take shape. Finally, I got him free, and Liam and Niall took up a position on either side of him to keep him upright. Another gunshot resounded around us, and I pushed them forward, "Go!" I glanced behind me, seeing the second escort car on its' side, just like the first. Pushing the lump in my throat down, I turned and walked after my friends quickly and quietly, the winter sun beginning to set at 6 in the evening. We had only been walking for five minutes when I glanced ahead and saw eerily familiar headlights driving towards us. How did I recognize them, and where from?

"Is that Roy's truck?" Louis asked in disbelief. Roy was the guy who had saved us and took us down the mountain in the first place. No way was he here to save us again. This was too weird.

Zayn began waking up as Roy pulled up next to us, keeping the truck running as he jumped out. He walked quickly towards us, and I stepped back farther behind everyone, nervous.

"Roy?" Harry called as we all subconciously drew closer together. Liam, Niall and Zayn were still in front of everyone, Stella just behind Niall and Harry and Louis in between me and them. Roy stopped a few feet in front of us, shilouette illuminated from his headlights.

"You kids should really stop walking along dark roads at night." He called over, shifting from one foot to the other with his hands in his jacket pockets. Before anyone could question him, I was grabbed from behind by my bad arm and yanked backwards. I yelped in pain and surprise, stumbling back a few steps before being pulled again and pinned against a man's chest. Everyone turned towards me and froze, eyes wide. Louis and Liam were about to jump forward, but stopped when cool metal was pressed against my temple. I heard a click and swallowed hard, nearly frozen in fear as I stared at my friends.