It's You

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The two of us quietly climbed off the bed and down the hall.
Wes kept me behind him as he was kept on high guard, when all seemed clear he gripped my hand and dragged me into the kitchen.

We were metres from the front door.
I sat down on the floor as Wes looked around.

"Okay, maybe the front door isn't the best idea." He muttered.

"Why?"

"Look" he pointed towards the door where we could see the back of the gunman.
I felt my through tighten as I saw him.
He just stood there, his back against the door with a smoke in one hand and his gun in the other.

I was too fixated on the man to hear the pantry door creak open behind me.
A gently tap was on my shoulder, I would have screamed but Wes immediately pulled me towards him.

"Courtney?" He whispered. She sat down on the floor with us, seemingly terrified and in pain judging by the cut on her hairline.

"Are you okay?" I exhaled startled as all hell.
She nodded jittery as she turned to Wes.

"Do you know who it is?" He asked letting me go and turning to face the door.

"No- uh.. he kicked me in the back of the head.." she said gripping her hair..
"Then I sorta.. ran and hid."

"Hold on guys, I have a plan.." Wes uttered as he turned to face us.
He began quietly rummaging through the pantry and cupboards, pulling out a series of utensils such as knives and frying pans.

"We need some for of diversion" he explained.
Courtney and I looked at one another, neither of us wanting to be bait for this guy.

I slid my hand over, gripping a knife, Courtney soon followed doing the same.

"Okay." Wes exhaled as he gripped a frying pan.

He quietly and stealthily moved to the opposite side of the room, right against the archway that led him to the hall and then the front door.

He looked directly up the corridor to where the stairs were, gesturing for us to go but once we began to move, Courtney and I froze as a small series of loud thumps were heard from upstairs.

Wes pressed himself against the wall just enough for him not to be spotted as the front door burst open.

The gunman took three steps inside, I was only able to see his shoes from the way I was hiding.
He was inches away from Wes as he lowered his smoke and flicked it onto Wes's foot unknowingly.

Wes stayed quiet as we heard the gun cock before he trailed upstairs..

He gripped the fry pan, staring at us.

We heard a scream blast from upstairs, followed by another thud.. but no gunshot.

Steps began trailing down the stairs, the pulse of my heart beat over it as I feared for our lives, Wes' life..

The loudest thuds boomed through my head as I could tell he was now at the bottom of the stairs..

He gasped..