guitar boy ≫ f.w.

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TW: DEATH

≪ auburn ≫

me and finn were hiding in caleb's bathroom closet. what fun.

we heard a gunshot from outside the bathroom. it really freaked me out. i screamed. and i didn't mean to.

finn held me closer. then we heard someone break into the bathroom. the door got knocked down.

we didn't know who it was. i assumed that it was a policeman.

or my father. that was also a huge possibility.

me and finn were as still as statues. we didn't move, we even held our breath so they couldn't hear us breathe.

we heard the footsteps walk around slowly. i closed my eyes, hoping i wouldn't make a sound.

"we saw you outside. we know you two are here!" a man shouted. it was a cop. me and finn were drenched in sweat from anxiety.

my heart was beating so fast i thought it would explode. then the door knob on the closet started to jiggle. i started freaking out and crying.

finn held me closer, as if that could be possible. the closet door was locked. the door handle stopped moving.

then suddenly, the door gets kicked open. and it revealed 2 cops.

me and finn fell to the floor from fear. the police men picked us up roughly, and led us to caleb's living room.

finn got angry, he got out of the cop's grip, and flipped him off.

"finn you're fucking stupid! stop!" i yelled at him. i didn't want him to get hurt.

"relax, we aren't gonna hurt him, we're gonna take him away, for a very long time."

"what?! why?!" i was yelling, i was crying, i was confused. all these emotions just came over me.

"he was harboring a runaway." "im not a runaway!" "according to your father, you are." he pointed to my father. i hated him. he was standing next to caleb's front door.

caleb wasn't anywhere to be found. finn kept struggling to get out of the cop's grip.

i didn't want him to get in even more trouble.

finn grabbed the gun from the cop's belt. he held it up. "don't fucking touch me!" finn started yelling.

i was getting scared. finn was freaking me out, i've never seen him act like this. he pointed the gun at the cop who had him in the grip. i backed away from the scene, just in case he actually fired the gun.

i silently walked down the hallway to avoid being caught. i was trying to find a way out of caleb's house.

then i found caleb, he was hiding in his bedroom closet.

he cracked the sliding door. "auburn?" i turned to see him. "yeah." "is finn still messing with the cops?" "sadly, yes." i nodded.

"i don't wanna die." he admitted. "who said anything about dying?" "what if someone shoots someone? finn's crazy, auburn." indeed he is.

he had to be crazy, or he wouldn't be pointing a gun at a policeman right now.

i walked quietly and slowly down the hallway just to see what was happening with finn and the cops. then i heard a gunshot. and someone hit the ground.

i was for sure that finn shot one of the policemen. but i was wrong.

they shot finn. i looked around the corner to see finn dead on the floor. i covered my mouth and ran back to calebs room.

caleb was still sitting in his closet. i was afraid that the cops were gonna come after me. not knowing where to go, i hid in the closet across from the one caleb was in.

we heard stomping, and calebs bedroom door was flung open. i tried to stifle any distressed noises i made.

"get the fuck out of the closet!" one of the cops shouted, banging on calebs closet door.

they broke the door down, and dragged him out. i heard another gunshot. they killed caleb.

"where's your daughter?" "i don't know, she couldn't've left the house." i heard my father say. i made sure i didn't move at all. i didn't make one sound. i was gonna try to make a run for it.

the love of my life was dead, one of my new friends was dead, i had nowhere to sleep, i truly have no one. i didn't hear any talking.

i slowly opened the door. but i was wrong, they were still in the bedroom. waiting for me. my father ran at me, and i attempted to jump out of caleb's window.

he grabbed my legs and pulled me back down to the floor.

i was crying, and panicking. i was truly about to die. this is it, i'm about to lose my life, by my father's hands.

he had a gun in his hand. he pointed it at my head. "why?!" i yelled.

"i took care of you for your entire life, and you repay me by running away. you don't wanna live at my house, you shouldn't be living at all."

the cops just stood behind him and watched him. i was disgusted.

he cocked the gun. i flinched. those are the last moments of my life that i remember.

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it isn't over yet.

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