Can't Hide Forever

2. shit starts flying

"Everyone get down!" Emily called dragging me to the floor.

"Hey Emmy." I whispered awkwardly as I hit the floor.

"Shut up Jess." She growled.

"I'm sorr-" I started.

"Don't start." She growled.

"You guys have to get out of here." Hunter growled before standing up.

"Come on!" He called. The six of us crawled towards the counter. Well. The five. Emily was up and running. Right before I took the corner, I took a bullet to the shoulder.

"FUCK!" I roared. Darien, Sam, James, and Adam dove out the back door. Emily took me by the good shoulder, yanked me up, and shoved me out the door. I looked back at Hunter.

"I got this. Go." He hissed.

Emily had helped everyone hop the back fence.

"Lets go," she whispered gruffly. She gave me a lift, and I landed, practically on top of Sam. And then we heard a thud. And another. Until I heard the splintering of wood and Emily smashed though the fence.

She hit the ground and started running. And we followed.

We went straight through the church yard. She shuffled us through the gate and around the large chunks of mechanical objects inside the door.

"Downstairs. GO." She hissed. James and Darien stood on one side of the big living room, and Sam on the other. Adam went to the first bedroom. Emily shoved me towards the back, to her room.

It had changed sense I had been there last. Her walls were empty, and black. Her concrete floor was mostly covered in a black carpet. Her bookshelf was covered in Stephen King. Her bed was still not made, but her sheets and comforter were black, her pillow cases were blood red silk. She hit the switch, and it was a black light.

"Fuck." She mumbled.

"Pick me up Jesse." She growled. I raised an eyebrow, but I used my good arm to lift her up. She changed out the lightbulb.

"Sit." She growled. I sat on the carpet. She grabbed a white box from under the matress. She pulled out a pair of tweezers and went to town on my arm.

"Ow." I growled. She chuckled.

"Don't be such a baby," she smirked. I heard the bullet clink into her glass ashtray. She pulled a glass bottle out, pouring it into a Dixie cup.

"It's vodka. Drink it." She demanded, as she threaded a needle in front of me. I took a gulp as the needle punctured my skin. Few minutes later the stitches in my arm were done.

She went upstairs, and came back with two large pizzas and a huge bucket of wings.

She pulled half a pizza and part of the bucket onto a paper plate. She waved me towards her room, shoving plate in my hands. I sat.

I didn't realize how hungry I was. But soccer practice and getting shot at works up an appetite. I wolfed down my pizza. Halfway through my second slice she handed me a can of Dr.Pepper.

"Thank ou," I mumbled, my mouth full.  She nodded once. She stole two wings off my plate. She shoved them in one cheek as I ate the last one. I pulled off my sneakers, tossing towards the door. I put deadpool in her TV, and sat on her bed. She crawled onto the other side of me, towards the wall.

"Em, how long are we going to stay here?" I asked softly. She shrugged, kicking off her high tops.

"We'll leave tomorrow, next day at the last." When she sat on her knees to stretch, her shirt raised, revealing a tattoo on her left hip. It was new to me, then again I only knew of one.

After the credits started rolling she got off the bed. She shook her hair out. She dropped her jacket and pulled off her sleeveless shirt. I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. The back of her bra was deep purple, and her hair fell to her shoulder blades. It was almost hit her shoulders when I talked to her last.

"Hey Summers remove tour eyes before I remove them from your skull." She growled, unclipping her bra. She pulled on her red fireball shirt, letting her bra drop to the floor.

I looked away. She pulled off her socks and crawled back into bed.

"Brush." She growled. I grabbed it off her night stand and handed it to her.

"Go to bed. We'll probably leave early." She told me, turning towards the wall. We laid in silence for a few minutes until I couldn't bare it. 

"I thought you hated me." I whispered.

"Its not that simple. I may loathe your every existence, but that doesn't mean the people who care about you deserve to get hurt by loosing your stupid ass." She told me.

"Now go to bed." She told me I drifted into a light sleep.