Trapped

2.8

"Run!" The words were spilling out of my mouth before I even knew they were mine. My eyes wide as I looked up at Gally, to see him with the same expression on his face. I started sprinting toward the the nearest alley way. I was still clutching Gally's hand, dragging him along behind me. I looked back as I ran to see all of the gladers scatter like bugs. Many of them were running in the same way as Gally and I yet dispersing into different alleys. My feet took me away from the man in the red shirt. As I looked back one last time I saw Minho punching the man square in the jaw before sprinting around the corner after Thomas. All of the gladers had left the middle of the street leaving only the unconscious man. Once I felt we were far enough away I stopped to catch my breath. As soon as my feet stopped pounding on the ground Gally let loose.

"What the shuck was that Willow! You could have separated us from all of the other gladers! Do you know how big this city is?"

"Oh shut it Gally." I mumbled, pacing back and forth trying to catch my breath.

"Shut it? Are you kidding me?" His voice getting louder. My tolerance was wearing thin. I turned away from him getting irritated by the second. "Willow? we might never see the others again!"

"Gally! They ran down an alley way one block away! And Thomas and Minho are across the street! Do you really think they are going to wonder off without us?" By this time I was steaming. All of the emotions I had been holding in came out in front of Gally.

"Okay." He said flatly, turning around.

"I don't understand why you have to be that way." I said more to myself but he still heard.

"Your right Willow I don't either!" His voice at a yell now and he was in my face. His stance looked like he was ready to hit me. I stared deep into his eyes with my jaw clenched. I spun around on my heals before he could get a word out for an apology. I had had enough of Gally.