Running Through The Garden

Now I've Got You

TRIGGER WARNING: This chapter contains sensitive subject matter of non-consent
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   Stevie didn't hear anything, not sure how long she'd been in the back of the closet. Crawling out from under the space, she stumbled to her feet, sniffling as she exited the closet.

  She slowly tip toed to the rooms door, keeping an ear out for any sound. The silence was intense, tears trailing down her face as she ventured out of the room.

     As quietly as she could, she made her way down the stairs, peering down the staircase. She didn't see anyone, still not hearing anything.

"Lindsey?" She called out, her voice cracking.

   There was no response, tears slipping down her face. She called out again, just a bit louder. "Lindsey?"

   She heard a grumbling from the living room, rushing towards the sound.

    There she saw him, lying on the floor, blood pooling around him. Her heart dropped to the pit of the stomach, rushing towards him. She dropped to her knees next to him, lifting his head. "Lindsey?"

     "Stevie get out of here."

    "You're hurt!" She pulled him up, checking his wound. He'd only been shot in the shoulder, but he was breathing heavily.

   "Get out of here NOW!"

    Tears streaked her face, shaking her head. "I'm not leaving you." She cradled his head, looking for something to stop the bleeding.

"Hello Angel."

Her entire body froze, choking on her own breath. She felt tears prick her eyes, clutching on to Lindsey.

Lindsey scrambled to sit up, hissing in pain when he tried to move his shoulder. He reached for his gun.

"I wouldn't if I were you."

Lindsey paused mid-movement, glancing up to see him with his own gun, pointed right at Stevie.

Lindsey struggled to sit up right, Stevie petrified and he did his best to pull her behind him.

"Stop."

His voice sent chills down her spine, piercing her ears. She didn't dare turn around, afraid to see this man.

Lindsey froze, gritting his teeth. His eyes traveled to Stevie's, fear in her brown eyes.

They heard his footsteps draw nearer, Stevie's body shaking. He crouched down behind her, Lindsey taking in sharp breaths as he glared at the man.

Stevie let out a gasp, feeling the cold metal of his gun press against her cheek, his fingers wrapping around her throat.

"Stand up."

His voice was rough in her ear, tears streaming down her face. She didn't move, crying out when his fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her head back. "Stand. Up."

He repeated himself more firmly, Stevie shaking her head.

"I don't want to hurt you angel. Don't make me."

She clung on to Lindsey, refusing to move an inch. She watched as his gun came in to view, pressing against Lindsey's temple.