Hidden || Luke Hemmings

* Chapter Two *

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More shots were fired, and my mom and I were still running through these endless halls. My mom froze in her tracks, and looked behind us.

"Mom, what are you doing?! Come on, we have to go, now!" I pulled her wrist, but she would budge.

"Mom?" tears were falling from her eyes rapidly, and then I realized what had happened. My brother.

He was behind us just a few minutes ago. Kyle was only six, he probably got lost. I kept telling myself that, until I heard his loud screams coming from across the building, followed by three gun shots. The screams then stopped. I fell to my knees, along with my mom, and sobbed. This couldn't be happening. It's a dream, it's all just a bad dream. Right?

My mom was the first to stand up, when we heard footsteps coming towards us.

"Come on, honey," mom said, and we ran, and ran. We reached the back door of the movie theater, but it was locked.

"Shit," she whispered. She grabbed my hand, and ran to the other side of the hallway. I pulled at another door, and it was open. We ran inside and shut the door, but there wasn't a lock. My mom sat in the corner of the room, and pulled me down beside her. I looked around, but it was pitch black. I did see a small gleam of light coming from the bottom of the door, that shined on a broom. Was this a janitors closet?

The footsteps we heard were now getting louder, and heavier. All the screams from earlier had stopped. My mom held her breath, when we both saw two large shadows of feet, outside the door. We then heard the sound of a gun reloading, and some bullet shells fell to the ground, making a small ringing sound. The figure stepped closer to the door, and pulled the handle. My breathing haltered, as did my mothers. The door opened slowly, and the man, dressed in all black, walked into the room, seeing us in the corner. He raised his gun, and shot.

I ducked my head, but still felt the sharp pain of something going through my stomach. I couldn't see my mother, because my sight was now hazy, and I was face down, on the cold cement. I knew I wasn't dead, but if I wanted to survive, I had to play the part. A minute later, police sirens were heard, and the man ran out of the room. I tried to get up, but my feet wouldn't move. So, I used my right arm to grip the cement, and pull, while my left arm was held tight to the bleeding wound. The sight of my mother is something that won't ever be forgotten. She lye there, eyes open, with a large bloody wound on her temple. I was screaming, and sobbing, all at the same time. I didn't stop screaming until a police man showed up at the door, and helped me on a stretcher. I felt a needle go through my arm, and all was black.

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I woke up, frightened and sweaty, with wide eyes. I looked around and saw that I was in a taxi. Then, all the memories of the last few days came into my head. I got off the plane about an hour ago, and I was in England, on my way to the new house. These nightmares weren't new to me, I have that same one every night. But, unfortunately, it was real, and it happened. My dad saw I was awake, and smiled.

"Good, you're awake. We're almost there. About ten more minutes!" I gave him a weak smile and sat up. I stared out the window the rest of the ride, thinking about the new place.

We pulled into a driveway, with a large, mansion like, white house. Was this ours? My dad couldn't afford this. No way.

As if he read my mind, he said, "Yes, Lou, this is ours. I've been saving for a while now, and it all payed off. Do you like it?"

"Yes! I mean- of course I do, it's beautiful, dad." I stared at the house, there was four balconies attached to the front.

"Great. Now go pick your room!" he gave off a huge smile, and I nodded, running out of the car to the big white house ahead of me.