Chapter 17
I started to panic. When I was young ‘D’ was always allowed me to play even though my own brother didn’t even want me in the same room. But now here I was sitting in a car with his brother trying to save my own brother. We pulled up in front of my home, well my old home, and I felt Danny‘s breathing suddenly get heavy beside me. I was wondering what Danny must of done to be ‘Wanted’. I turned to look at Danny to see a plain expression all over his face. I decided not to say anything and waited for Danny to say the first word. Danny moved to open his door so I did the same and jumped out. I was jogging over to the front door when Danny suddenly grabbed and held on to my arm.
“Jamie, wait a second. I want you to go in and act normal just in case Dylan is already in there. I am going to go around the back. When you go in make sure you do not lock the front door so if the back door is shut I will still be able to get in. Make sure you are ready to call me if Dylan is in there. If Dylan is not in there get your brother out and we will meet at the car.”
He was going into protective mood and I could tell because he would not let me get a word in. He slightly reminded me so much of Liam and how he would act when we were younger. But right now just listening to the tone of Danny’s voice you could tell that something was wrong. I was just praying that Liam was alright.
I separated from Danny and took it step by step until I reached the front door. I crouched down low and slightly tilted the lonely plant pot and ran my hand along the rough ground. My hand clenched into a fist when my skin came into contact with the smooth metal. I slowly rose back up and slid the key into the perfectly matched lock. The door made no squeaky noise as I opened it and stepped into the rather modern house which only held a few memories for me. I stalked around from room to room finding no-one around. The last room at the end of the corridor was my old bedroom but just before getting to my door I stopped which left me outside Aunt Vickie’s office. From within the room I heard some shuffling. I slowly crept forward, stretching my arm out and placed my hand on the handle. As I opened the door wide I was Aunt Vickie reach her hand to her waistband on her jeans.
She then produced a gun, raised it in the air and in one swift moment had it pointing directly at me.
