Reckless

Chapter 2

I walk into the house gun up, not knowing if anyone else is in here. I whip through the living room with the tan three piece couch and matching tan recliner in the corner. I turn the corner to the wooden stair well and cream wall. I walk up the stairs gun up. My dad was a cop so I was taught how to to handle a gun at a young age. I pop around the corner of the bedroom that I used to share only with Em, but now as where we all slept. I open the closet and see a handsome stranger with a gun at his waist band.
"What are you doing here!" I yell.
He puts his hands up, "I wanted away from the group I was with so I hid up here."
"Drop your gun!" I yell but he doesn't do what I say.
"Your not going to shoot me sweetheart." He says.
"And what makes you so sure?" I ask.
"If you were going to kill me. It would have been when you saw me standing in here. You wouldn't have given me a chance." He says.
"Maybe your right, but I'm the one with the gun in my hand." I say.
"Your not going to shoot me sweetheart." He says.
"Wanna bet?" I ask. My heart is racing.
"If you were going to pull that trigger you would have already." He says. So I point the gun away from his head and skim his skin right above his left shoulder. Em screams.
"Not going to shoot you huh?" I ask.
"You actually shot me." He says. In total disbelief.
"Now here is how this is going to go down. You are going to tell me every weapon you have on you right now." I say.
"Do you want my gun?" He asks moving his hand from his bleeding shoulder.
"No I'll get it." I say taking a step towards him.
"You missed by the way." The stranger says.
"No I didn't..if I wanted to kill you I would have. It's only a skin wound. I'll clean it up in a little while. Just to let you know my little sister Emily is behind that piece of dry wood right there. You do anything to her. And I mean anything. I will kill you." I say.
"Ok." He says.
"So this is what is going to happen. You are going to take me to wherever my baby brother is and you will help me get him out." I say sounding more confident then I feel.
"Look. Personally minus the fact that you shot me I kinda like you. If I wanted to leave I would have already." The stranger says.
"And what makes you so sure you could?" I ask.
"Because I'm a good six inches taller and probably much stronger than you." He says. I don't feel threatened I feel oddly safe...
"What's your name?" I ask getting lost in his brown eyes.  
"Henry Scott. Just call me Scott. What's your name?" He asks. Looming into my eyes.
"Amber Grace." I say.
"I see why.." He says, taking a strand of my amber hair in between his thumb and his pointer finger.
I pull myself away and say, "Let me get Em,then I will go and fix that shoulder." I say. I walk to the dry wood and slide it back. Em steps out and blinks to adjust her eyes to the light.
"Jacob got taken didn't he?" She asks.
"Yes, but Scott is going to help us save him." I say.
"Did you shoot Scott?" She asks.
"Yes." I say. She nods.
"Ok can you fix my shoulder now." Scott says.
"Yeah sure." I grab my little sisters hand and we walk downstairs. We reach the living room, "Sit there." I point to a place on the floor.
"The floor to fix up a gun shot?" Scott asks.
"The bullet didn't go all the way through. I shot a little lower than I thought. I don't have any strong pain meds, so it's going to hurt where your most likely going to pass out, there's also going to be a log of blood so me actually getting the bullet out will you will be sitting in the recliner." I say.
"Is it going to hurt that bad?" Scott asks nervously.
"Em go get the first aid kit then go upstairs. I don't want you to see this." I say.