Story Of My Life ✔

Finally

A doctor came and fixed Andrew up. I cracked a rib and broke his leg even more. He didn't like that. When I walked by him a couple hours ago, he glared at me. I didn't care though. It doesn't phase me.

I was walking down the hallway with Cain and Dakota to the kitchen when it happened. Andrew stepped out of the kitchen with a gun. We froze, not knowing what to do. I knew Dakota had a gun underneath her shirt. I think Cain had one too. I crossed my arms.

"What do you think your doing?" I asked, raising an eyebrow and taking a step forward. Andrew cocked the gun.

"Shooting you." Andrew said in a 'duh' tone. I shook my head.

"No way that's going to happen." Dakota growled. And it all seemed to go in slow motion. Andrew pulled on the trigger. Dakota screamed while Cain tried to knock the gun out of Andrew's hand. But it was to late. The bullet had already got out and was aiming straight for my leg. I cried put in pain as it soared through my leg, only going about an inch. I didn't move away in time. Dakota ripped part of her shirt and wrapped it around the bullet wound, trying to stop the bleeding best she could. Dakota then ran to stop Andrew, who was aiming to shoot me again.

"RUN! RUN SKYLAR! RUN!" Dakota screamed at me. I gladly listened this time. It wasn't a very good run but hey, I got out of that place. I ran and ran. I ran till I got to the better side of town. I didn't know if Andrew would think I'd go here or not. But I didn't care. I just wanted to get far away from that place. I just want to go home. Back to my parents. Back to Sang and Tyler. Back to my brothers. Back to my friends. Back to Ivan. Back to my family. I stopped and ripped a piece of my shirt, replacing the old, bloody rag. Then I continued running. Well more like a limp/jog. I went past a nice neighborhood. I ran past a house and then stopped, backing up. It was Jake's van. The orange one with the J and the P on it. They were here. They were here, in this house. I saw my Mom's car and Dad's, along with everyone else's. I limped to the door fast, knocking rapidly. I leaned against the house, breathing heavy, closing my eyes. I hear the creak of the door as it opens slowly, scraping against the floorboards. I open my eyes and push myself off the house, standing in front of whoever opened the door.

It was Anthony. He gasped when he saw my face, that it was me, and then his eyes traveled down to my wound. His eyes went wide, anger, sadness, love, and confusion danced in his eyes.

"Hey Anthony." I said, smiling weakly. And then I felt myself falling forward. Anthony caught me, shouting things immeaditly. Anthony looked down at me, carrying me out to Jake's van. He laid me down on the seat as Jake started driving. I felt my head being lifted up and I looked up to see Ivan. I smiled.

"I love you, my Rey." I said to Ivan. Tears filled his eyes. Happiness and sadness in his eyes.

"I love you too, my reina. You will make it. You have to. You will survive." Ivan told me. I smiled. The last thing I saw before the darkness consumed me, was the worried, confused, and love on my families faces.