Gone.

Chapter 15: River Of Glass

LAURANCE'S P.O.V

Shit.

Broken glass covered the carpet as it spilled out like an ocean. It pricked me, all over. Realisation hit me when I found myself on top of Garroth, watching the genuinely terrified look on his face. I forced myself upright avoiding the lava of glass around me. Garroth still had his eyes closed, almost wishing he could avoid the pain that just struck him. I felt holes burn in my neck as a pair of eyes watched me from behind. Turning around, I saw a man. Not the same man as before. This one wore a light blouse tucked into his smart, dark trousers with suspenders. He examined me from up to down; watching my every move. As if he was a lion hunting his prey he stared at me as if I was a piece of meat. I shot him a strong glare. At this point his hand was by his side holding onto the deadly weapon.

"Why?!" I yelled, gazing intently at every move this guy pulls. I peered through the hole that was made in the window and shrugged.

"You shouldn't be asking questions." He answered bluntly, now cleaning his gun.

"About what? What does this have to do with you?" I stared at him straight on, ignoring his previous statement. He replied with the same old bullshit,

"You shouldn't be asking questions." My temper was slowly sliding out, dissappearing,

"What if I want to ask fucking questions?!"

"You'll be better off if you don't." At least he said something different.

"What will happen if I do ask? Hm?" I came closer to the window, challenging his answer.

He laughed and then gave me a stone cold look, "We will have to get rid of you."

My throat tightened as I backed away from the window. I gulped and turned away. In front of me stood Garroth with a worried expression on his face,

"Laurance, you should probably go..." He looked behind me, abruptly, and gulped too. I didn't know what the fuck was going on at this moment but there was one thing I knew for sure; I am not leaving this place until I get answers. Garroth has been acting too suspicious lately for me to let him off as easy as that. I nodded my head no in response to his previous request. He started trying to push me towards the door to the corridor,

"No seriously, you have to go." I crossed my arms and stayed glued to the floor, not letting myself budge.

"Garroth, I am not leaving. You have been acting up and I expect to know why. Now tell me n-"

"Not when he is pointing a gun to the back of your head..."

"What?" I turned towards the window and saw the man right outside of the hole pointing a gun, now, to my face. The mysterious man chuckled but kept the gun up, pointing towards me, inches away from my face.

"I suggest you leave now. Let me escort you out the door." The man said sternly, laughing quietly at the end. To be honest, I was beginning to become scared. The gun followed my every step, through the window, towards the door. Once I reached outside, I looked back towards the window to see Garroth frowning, hands by his side, helpless.

"Take your last look and leave. I don't have all day." Last look?

"What are you talking about?" My hands were still in the air, showing my surrender.

"You're not seeing Garroth again. If you try to sneak in again, you will be the one suffering from damage; not the window." I was given an evil smirk by the man as he stared at my every move until I reached the sidewalk. Finally, the man let the gun down as I ran away towards Annabel's house. So much has happened today: I snuck into a house; tackled down Garroth and got threatened to be killed with a gun. Awful thoughts struck me as that information sunk in. I could have died today.