Apocalypse Within The System [OM&M, AA, BMTH, PTV]

Twenty Three

Blake's POV

I couldn't believe I was actually trusting Alan's dream. I was so petrified that I was going to die, I just kept myself latched onto Alan's arm. I was too afraid to be by myself, and I even made Alan stand outside the door when I went to the washroom. There was something seriously wrong with me.

"Oh god, it's been four days. I'm dying today. Oh god," I murmured, rocking back and forth.

"You're not dying," Alan said, holding me tightly against his chest. "I'll do whatever I can to make sure that you'll be okay," he murmured, kissing my forehead.

We were sitting in the living room and soon enough everyone else came down and sat with us.

"So, how does it feel to be a dead man walking?" Ben asked with a smirk.

I glared at him before turning my gaze to the floor.

"You're a fucking ass," Rachelle shot.

Suddenly the front door swung open and footsteps stomped into the living room. My heart rate increased as I moved closer to Alan.

"Blake," a deep voice whispered before someone stepped out of the shadows. "I've been looking for you." It was my step-dad, Roger. The one man I hated more than anything in the entire world.

"How did you find me?" I asked, trying to stop the tears from coming. The things that this man did to me were unspeakable. He put me through years of pain and suffering and I finally escaped when he went to jail.

"That doesn't matter. But I suggest you come with me before I blow all of your friends heads off," he muttered, pulling out a gun from under his jacket.

"You're not taking her anywhere," Alan seethed.

"We'll see about that," Roger said, aiming his gun at Alan and pulling the trigger. Alan shrieked as he clutched his shoulder.

"What the hell do you want?" Oli yelled.

"Blake," Roger said, grabbing my arm and pulling me off of the couch. I tugged my arm back and he glared at me before throwing me on the floor. My head hit the coffee table and I suddenly blacked out.

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"Alan, the baby and Blake are fine! Calm your shit or else you're gonna bleed more." I woke up to Rachelle scolding.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice weak as I opened my eyes.

"Blake!" Alan said, knocking a few things over as he came to check on me. He was holding his shoulder as he leaned over me and brushed my hair back.

"Are you okay?" I asked.

"I'll live. That fucking guy got away," Alan said, anger written all over his face.

I sighed. "What happened?" I asked again.

"After you passed out, he started dragging you out of the house while pointing his gun at all of us. He almost got out but when he turned around, Mike's ghost stood in front of him. The guy turned so pale before he let go of you and bolted out the door," Alan explained.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry," I said, as tears clouded my vision.

"None of it was your fault," Alan comforted, brushing my tears away.

"No, all of it was my fault. Roger was my step-dad. He's doing this as payback for me putting him in jail," I explained, sitting up. "I'm so sorry."

"Babe, it's okay," Alan murmured, wrapping his arms around me. "God, I love you so much and I'm just glad that you're okay."

"We need to get out of here," Vic said, carrying some bags downstairs. "We're going on a road trip to Minnesota where my parents have a cottage. It's small, but it'll do until we find out where this bastard is," he explained.

Neither me nor Alan questioned him as we walked out to the car. Alan and I cuddled in the back of the hummer as Vic and Matt hauled important things in the trunk.

"To Minnesota," Danny murmured as he turned the car on. Rachelle sat beside him in the passenger seat and Oli sat in the backseat beside me. Matt, Vic and Ben went in Alan's car.

"Wow, you're parents must've been loaded," Danny murmured when we all got out of our cars to see our new home.

"Correction, I am loaded. I bought this for them," Vic said, approaching the giant cottage.

We all walked inside, and I tried not to let my jaw hit the floor when I saw the high ceilings and hardwood floors in front of me.

"Blake and I call the basement!" Alan enthused, making his way downstairs. I chuckled and followed him.

There wasn't anything too extravagent in the basement. Just a TV, acoustic guitar, foosball table and a pull out couch. It was all we needed in an apocalypse.

"Oh my god, I missed you, baby," Alan said, carressing the guitar. He quickly tuned it and began strumming.

"Play me a song," I said, lying across the couch.

He glanced at me before smiling, "Alright. This is called Feels Like Forever. And I can't sing so... ok." He seemed a bit nervous as he began strumming a melody, and I found that extremely cute. We've had sex like, three times and he's nervous about playing the guitar in front of me.

Once he was done, he put the guitar back onto the stand and laid down beside me on the couch. "I love you," he murmured.

"I love you too," I replied, smiling and giving him a kiss. "Are you nervous to start a family?" I was hoping that I wasn't the only one.

"Of course I am," he said, putting a hand over my stomach. "I'm going to try my hardest though, I promise. We'll find a way out of this apocalypse and everything will be ok."

"If it's a boy, we're still naming to Mike," I clarified.

He chuckled. "Of course. Mike Ashby. It sounds like a ship name but that's ok," he joked.

"I don't think anyone would ship you and Mike together," I said, thoughtfully.

"Gee, thanks. Glad to know I have a girlfriend that believes in me," he pouted.

I giggled. "Well, you're stuck with me and suck it up."