Michael's POV
I wiped my face, feeling the dampness on my cheeks and breathed out as quietly as I could. I didn't know if anyone could hear into this garage, but I wanted to be as quiet as possible.
Where can I go?
I had no idea. The woods are a death trap, this house is a death trap. I banged my head dully against the metal framework of the car, stretched my legs out and stood up.
Not that I knew where I was going or anything, but I needed to keep moving.
Then, I heard fast footsteps approaching the garage door. I backed up, crouching down behind a few motorbikes that were stored and saw the door fly open... and saw Phoebe sprinting in.
My heart nearly leaped out of my chest and I almost screamed her name out, until I saw the look on her face.
She was obviously running from something.
She shot her head to the door, closing it and frantically, started trying to open some of the car doors. Climbing into one, there was silence until the engine roared to life.
But as that happened, I saw that bastard Alex had followed her. He came in, and closed the door silently, looking around the garage.
I bent down lower to the ground, praying that he couldn't see me, although his eyes were trained on the motorbikes I was hiding behind.
My lungs were burning, as I tried to hold my breath, but I saw through a small crack of the wheel that he had started to stride towards the car that Phoebe was in.
I cringed as he broke the window, and he dragged Phoebe out of the car. I saw him pull her back up the steps into the house, and I felt a bead of sweat roll down my face.
What do I do?
He kicked my ass the last time I tried to do defend her.
Be a fucking man, Clifford.
I stood, opening the barrel of gun and seeing that there was four bullets left in it. Forcing my legs to move, I grabbed onto the banister and pulled myself up the four steps to the door that Alex had just went through. My fingers gripped the handle, and my others gripping the gun as tightly as I could in my hand.
Being as quiet as I could, I pulled the handle down, and swung the door open. I saw them ahead of me, Alex pulling Phoebe down the corridor, who was putting up one hell of a fight.
I could hear him speaking, and he hadn't seen me yet.
"First, you're going to regret that you ever tried to escape and second, we are going to use you as bait. My men can't seem to find your boyfriend, but I'm sure if you're in any kind of danger, he would come running to the rescue." I heard his voice echo through the corridor as I stood, raising the gun up.
"You're damn right about that." I said quietly, trying to focus on not letting my voice shake.
Phoebe's eyes widened when she saw me, struggling to get out of Alex's hold, but he wound his hand around her hair, pulling it, so she came back closer to him. I felt my blood start to boil, and spoke again.
"Let her go Alex." I said, raising the gun in line with Alex's chest.
"You're very brave," Alex mused, putting Phoebe in line with the direction my gun was.
"You're very brave yourself," I said, "using a girl as a shield, very noble."
"Yeah but this means I won't get shot, will it Michael?" He said, and I swallowed, feeling another bead of sweat fall down the side of my face.
"What your plan Michael? You going to shoot me? What about all your friends?" He said, and I focused on my breathing, concentrating my hardest to not let my hands shake.
"My friends are fine." I lied through my teeth, and he laughed.
"I know Grace is dead," he said, and Phoebe let out a strangled cry, "and I also know Ashton's girlfriend is dead as well."
I felt my breath catch in my throat and my eyes suddenly became blurry with tears that has appeared.
"Daisy?" I questioned more to myself than to Alex. Concentrating as hard as I could, I tried to slow down my breathing, and tried to cease my tears.
Phoebe was crying, nearly collasping to the floor, if Alex hadn't had such a tight hold on her.
"Ashton" was all my mind kept repeating. How was he coping? What would he do? Daisy and him were the couple who were together the longest, Ashton planning to propose once we left school.
Now, thanks to Alex and his men, this could never be...
"Shoot him, Michael!" Phoebe yelled out, snapping me back out of my daydream. She tried to struggle out of his hold, but he grabbed her arms, pulling her back against his chest.
"Ah, ah, ah," Alex said, grabbing a handful of her hair again, making her stand up straight.
My shaking hands raised the gun, and I swear, fear crossed Alex's eyes, but the smug look soon appeared on his face.
"You shoot Michael, you shoot her." Alex said, and I cringed, my finger resting over the trigger, not knowing what to do.
I then looked up at the ceiling tiles and got an idea. My eyes must have lit up because Alex looked up to were I was staring.
As quick as I could, I raised the gun up to the ceiling above where Alex was standing, and shot, the bullet piercing through the tiles, sending a portion of the roof, tumbling down, on top of Alex and Phoebe.
I ran forward, grabbing Phoebe's arm, pulling her up, and she yelped as Alex grabbed her ankle. I sent my foot flying towards his face, and with a grunt, he let go of her, and we took off, back towards the garage.
Grabbing her hand, we exited the garage and bolted straight back towards the woods. I stopped running, when my legs couldn't physically move one in front of another, and ducked down behind some bushes, pulling Phoebe down beside me.
I felt her hand touch my cheek, and I looked down at her. Suddenly, reality set back into me, and I grabbed her, pulling her body into mine, and I felt her arms wrap around my shoulders. I pulled back, wiping away the tears that fell from her eyes and gently moved in, kissing her softly.
Her hands moved up to the back of my neck, keeping me in place and then pulled back, her forehead resting on mine.
"I... I thought you were dead." She whispered, looking up at me, and rubbing her thumb over the cuts that were new on my face.
"They can't get rid of me that easy, huh?" I said, giving her a sad smile, and she embraced me again, and I took a deep breath, trying to remain calm for her.
"We have to get out of here." Phoebe emphasised, and I nodded, taking out the gun, and counting how many bullets I had left.
I gulped when I saw there was only three.
There's not enough...
"We will." I said, leaning in and kissing her forehead.
We won't, my mind echoed.
