I awoke awake. I was half on half off the bed, my feet dangling over the sides. The bed felt like a pile of rocks, and my back felt like I was an 80 year old grandma.
I look around to see nothing g isn different abotur the room I am in. Troy is still on the couch, but the TV was off and he was just picking at his nails. The janitor was still on the floor, knocked out. Troy ooks up st me.
"Oh, your a live," he say s, and I can't help but feel offended.
"Thanks." I say, while feeling a large send of deja vu. I would put more sass in there if he didn't loom sook hot rn. My long and lucious hair was in my face and j tucked it back behind my ears.
I tri to sit uo, but then my stomachs rolls again and my head strats hurting like crazy, and I have to lay down on the bed again. The covers smelled horrible.
"Btw, where r we going?" I ask troy, and he looks at me before turning away again.
"Does it mstter when you're being chasedm?"
"Touche" and then the room was silent. I drag myself up fully onto the bed and pressed my face into the pillow, hoping that my heacheache will go away.
We stayed like that for a few minutes, just in silence, when suddenly Troy jumped up onto his feet and dragged me off the bed. I scrambled to get on my feet to follow Troy while he took long strides to get to the window.
It took me a few seconds to form thogubts but finally I said, "What the heck are you doing?!?!?!?!" I say and rip my wrist from his grasp. Troy turns to me, this time with anger, the first real intense emotion he's shown.
"We have to go. Now" he states. By now I could hear running down the hall, and I paled (even further than I naturally was).
"Right." I say and Troy turns back around to jump oy of the window. I hesitate but then relaxed when I realized that we were on the first floor. I launch myself out of the window, and Troy starts running g so I follow him.
My feet beat against grass as we made our escape, but before Trey could turn in to an alleyway, we were stopped by the guys in sunglasses that I saw earlier
"Put your hands up or we shoot!" One of them yells into a megaphone, like geez, you have a megaphone, you don't need to yell. I start to put mt hands u, but Troye doesn't so I don't.
"I repeat, put your hands up!"
Troye says outbof the side of his mouth, "On the count of three, duck." I look at him strangely.
"Wh-"
"One."
"I-"
"Two."
"Let me finish my senta-"
"Three!" And I duck and cover my neck and I see Troy outbof the corner of my eye jump over me. There were some blunt thuds and screams of pain before I was picked up by Troye again. I was about to open my mouth when he suddenly jumped onto the roof of the hotel!!! I also screamed as we flew in the air for a second, before we landed. Troye set me on the ground for taking off running, and I followed him.
Then he collapsed where he was, crumple to the floor. I stop, and look around for the shooter, before I turn around and see a woman with a rifle pointed at my head.
"Put your hands up." She grunt. I obey.
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Unsalted Cashews
VampireIrabella 'Elle' Vanrindé was just a normal girl, at a normal school, with normal friends. And she's deathly allergic to cashews. Especially when they're unsalted. So when she ate some cashews hidden in some brownies, the last thing she thought would...
