12.24.07

7

9am - 05/11/2017

I wake up to the sound of voices outside the closet we were hiding in. Dylan was asleep with his head on my shoulder. I watch the foot of the door and stayed still until the shadows disappeared. I shake my shoulder to wake up the sleeping boy.

"Dylan, you were supposed to stay up to keep watch." I say in a hushed tone. "Anyone could've found us and killed us."

"Don't worry," he says, standing up and rolling his shoulders. "The only person who ever opens this closest is the maid."

I stand up but still had to look up at him. "And when exactly does that made come around?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "I have other stuff to worry about than the maid's schedule."

I just shake my head, searching for my phone in my bag, but I couldn't find it. Barry is probably worried out of his mind. I pull my dress out that I was previously wearing, still no phone. Suddenly, the door flies open and a short lady appears in her stereotypical outfit. She gasps about the squeal, but I cover her mouth and pull her in.

"Make sure she doesn't make a sound." I say, handing her to Dylan.

"Hey Hilda, it's me Dylan."

I gear myself with my weapons. I hide the gun I stole from that Santiago guy by tucking it in the back band on my jeans. I strap my knife back on one leg.

"Mr. Cunningham, they're looking for you."

"Promise me you won't tell them where I am." he says. "They're going to kill me if they find me."

"I'm sorry, sir. If they figure out I knew where you were then I'll lose my job." she tells him. "I have a big family to take care of."

"Hilda, please." he begs.

The woman gets out of Dylan's grip and backs away, crying out for help. I quickly grab the nearest object and hit her over the head with it.

Dylan gasp, catching her before she fell. "Why'd you do that?"

"She was going to give us away." I tell him, setting the object down.

"She was just worried about losing her job." he defends still holding the lady.

"Come on, we have to go." I sigh, handing him the gun I took from Harry.

"You're worse than Harry."

"Hey, I've never killed anyone." I say sternly. "And Harry has and he's adding you to that list, so I'm not that bad one here. That lady will wake up within an hour or so."

Dylan nods, taking the gun from my hand. "Fine, lets just hurry up and get out of here."

I peek out the door and it was clear. I slowly step out, making sure Dylan was following.

"Watch my back," I order and he quickly turns around. "But make sure you follow me at the same time." I groan when he stops walking and keeps his eyes on the opposite end of the hall.

"Oh yeah, sorry." he apologizes, catching up with me.

I stop at the corner and peer my head out from behind it. A group of men was standing there, laughing their heads off.

"What do we do now?" Dylan asks while standing close to me, whispering in my ear.

"Okay Dylan," I push him back a bit. "How about we keep two feet distance?"

"I just want to make sure I don't lose you." he shrugs. "You're very fast."

"I'll make sure I'll slow down some then." I promise. "Just keep your distance."