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JACK
DRIP. DRIP. DRIP.
The rain poured heavily outside against the metal roof, the sound making a percussion that reminded Jack of a spoon repeatedly hitting a pan. Visions of Ruth and Erin haunted his mind. Jack was a coward, and he knew so. His choices got his lover's sister shot, and by his own gun as well.
The boy thought he could save them and himself by shooting one of them down. He shot Erin, believing Ruth could at least try and escape the terrible group he found himself still a part of. The unfortunate thing was, he missed where he wanted to shoot. Instead of the shoulder, he shot her close to the chest. He remembers the look of betrayal on Ruth's face, the last expression she ever gave him. He swallowed harshly, like a marble was stuck in his throat. He thought that by feigning loyalty, none of them would get killed.
The man glanced over towards the unconscious woman on the table, a large bandage wrapped around her torso. Erin had been in a comatose state for 6 days, and the guilt of it all ate Jack alive. The bullet that once resided merely centimeters from her heart lay in a tin beside her pale body. A man sat in a chair across the room, eyeing the woman with hungry eyes. Jack's eyes narrowed into a scowl, and his head ached from anger. He quickly lowered Erin's shirt down from where it had been raised up by himself. He was going to get them out of this, even if it would be the last thing he would do. Ruth needed her sister more than him, and besides, he's a traitor.
Quiet groans resided from beside him. Jack's head snapped to the left, noticing the girl slowly stir. His eyebrows narrowed, waiting for her to open her eyes. He would soon know if he would once again see the sweet chocolate color that Ruth's eyes also displayed, or if he would see a grey haze.
"Please don't be dead. Please." Jack muttered quietly. He swallowed thickly and stepped closer to the girl on the table. He adjusted the straps of his bag, the supplies inside weighing down on his shoulders.
Erin's eyes shot open abruptly. She went to take a gasp of air, but Jack quickly placed his hand over her mouth to silence her. He held a finger to his lips, his eyes glancing over to the man that sat in the chair nearby. He had fallen asleep with his head against the wall, snores erupting from his pudgy face. Erin glanced towards the man, nodding slowly towards Jack.
Jack leaned down closer to her, whispering quietly beside her. "I'm getting us out of here."
She glared. "Why did you shoot me?"
"I had to get Ruth out." He mumbled.
"You still shot me." She huffed.
Jack rolled his eyes. "I'm sorry, okay? The point is if we're getting out of here, we have to do this together. You're in no shape to do this yourself. We need to find Ruth."
