Afraid 2

nine

It's 12 PM and I have no idea where Niall is or where I'm in supposed to go. Suddenly I hear the front door open and someone scream catch.

I turn and I caught the gun that had just been thrown at me. Then people starting filing in all screaming and shooting. It was so loud.

What the fuck is happening. I panicked and crouched behind the counter. I heard it get quiet so I peaked my head out and there was a shot so I ducked again.

I was in a squatting position so I began to move. I saw someone and bam. Down. Another. Down. And over and over this happened. Until there was no one left.

I then noticed there were no actual bullets. Just pellets (like in a Bebe gun)

Suddenly Niall came out from the other room.

"You did well Vanessa."

"What the actual fuck!" I said throwing the gun at him.

"What?" He stopped in his tracks.

"You literally just threw me into a battle. Like no warning. Nothing."

"Yea what do you expect this to be like. Just expect these often." He said turning on his heel and exiting the room.

"Good job Vanessa!" I hear one of the men say as I turn to see Harry pulling off a mask.

"Oh god." I face palmed. I went over to the couch and sat down. I'm honestly so glad Niall's parents took the kids for the weekend. Cause this is going to be excruciating.

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"Ok so you already know how to hold a gun," Harry spoke as he walked over to the wall of Niall's weapons, "knives are what's next." He said pulling them off the wall.

"Knives!?" I exclaimed. He nodded. He walked over to me with three.

"These in particular are throwing knives." He said laying them out on the table.

"Throwing knives...ok." I took a deep breath and examined them closely.

They had a black handle which at the end was a circle, which I assumed was for hanging them. They came to a very sharp tip. These could literally kill someone.

"Vanessa, are you even listening?" Harry asked me.

"What? No. Sorry." I mumbled. He sighed.

"Vanessa, you really need to take this seriously. It's no joke."

"I know that but-"

"No, you don't get a but, you're the reason we're in this mess. The first time around and now the second. We need all the help we can get with Louis and Zayn gone. So stop talking and listen."

Why did it seem as if everyone was turning on me?

****

It's now ten and I'm exhausted. I've been working and training all day. I'm just glad there's no kids here. I can actually get some rest.

I pulled the covers over my head and began to drift to sleep. When suddenly there was a loud bang downstairs.

"Niall?" I called out.

Nothing.

I quietly got up and grabbed the baseball from the side of the bed.

I went downstairs to see a dim light coming from the kitchen.

I crept as quietly as I could. I peered the corner to see a man eating our food in the kitchen. I could be worse I guess.

"Hey!" I called out turning the corner with the bat in my hand. The light from the fridge castes a shadow over the mans face. I couldn't see what he looked like.

"Vanessa!" The man yelled running over to me with a hug.

It can't be. No way. How?

"Zayn?"