Survive The Night

Chapter 7- Car+ Plan = "Catherine I have something to tell you. . ."

"To the Cannon!" I said excitedly.

  Bubba gestured for everyone to follow him. . I raced back to the basement. Only to realize that that was where they were heading in the first place.

  "I thought you were going to the car and I was going to get the keys." Bubba said as I pushed to the center of the room.

   "CANNON!" I called, my voice ringing through the empty and mostly destroyed chamber.

I waited then came a weak reply.

"Fire . . ."

    "Come out please Cannon."

"No."

   "Why?"

"To many people."

I looked behind me. Everyone was staring at me like I was nuts.

"Who are you talking to?" Teddy asked.

"I'll find the keys, you guys go to the garage and wait there." I said pushing him out of the room.

The rest exchanged glances and walked out the door without another word. I closed the door behind them, but didn't turn around.

"Cannon?" I said again, my voice barely above a whisper.

  I felt a familiar warm hand on my shoulder and warm breath against my ear.

   "Ready and loaded." He said.

I sighed knowing that he was there. He made me fell calm, unlike Teddy who always made me nervous. Teddy was different from Cannon, though I haven't seen what he looked like, Cannon was one of those people you just talk to. No reason, you just talk to him. Just like the puppet man I saw. Both seem to agree with whatever I said. While Teddy protested and tried to get his point across.

     "May I have the keys? Please?" I asked.

I felt his warm hand seep into mine.

"For a price." I heard him whisper in my ear.

    I closed my eyes and held the hand for a minute.

   "What is it that you want?"

     "A favor."

"Tell me, now."

    It was silent for a moment. I heard a little unease shuffle behind me. Then another warm hand touch my face.

"I-I want to be with you, I want to keep you."

I paused for a moment. What the heck was that supposed to mean? I asked him and this was his only response.

   "I-I like you Catherine. I really do, I like your dreams and the way you get scared so easily."

I felt the hand from my face move to my hair and the one in my hand going there as well. I felt him silently braiding my hair. Slowly as he spoke.

     "Please don't take it the wrong way. I like you, as, as maybe, a bit more than a friend. I like you. I really do, please, please don't take it the wrong way." he said as he braided my hair.

         I stood there in disbelieve for a while, why the heck would anybody like me? I looked down. I felt his golden gloved hand lift it back up.

 "I know, I know, you don't like me. But, won't you please think about it?" he said as he put a pony tail holder in the finished braid.

    I seized one of the hands. "Please, please don't go." I said softly.