The Nerd

Paying The Price

Clayton yanks me around a corner in the dark long hall, pushing me behind him as shots continue to be fired.

"Stay here." He says, running around the corner.

"Clayton-" I start, but he disappears down the barely lit hall.

I cover my mouth to quiet my heavy breathing and hold my chest, pushing my back as much as I can against the wall.

"Look what we have here." A deep voice says, so close to my ear, I can feel their hot breath against my neck.

I flinch turning my head and dropping my hands.

The tall, olive toned man with dark hair gives me a toothy grin as he stares at me and steps closer, trapping me between the wall and his body so I have no where to go.

"You're a pretty little thing aye?" He says, stroking my the side of my face with the cold metal of his gun, the barrel pressing a little to hard into my cheek.

I wince, closing my eyes.

He lets out a low chuckle, "Ah come on, let's have a little fun shall we?"

He drops the hand that contains the gun, pressing it into my hip bone as his other arm snakes around the back of my head, gripping the back of my neck, yanking it up so I'm starring up at him.

I gasp and open my eyes. He stares down, smirking at me as he leans in closer.

Realization sets in and I bring my knee up attempting to kick him in the groin, but he quickly drops the hand on my hip, jabbing the end of the gun into my knee.

I cry out in pain, grabbing my knee.

He laughs, "Mathew would've like you. A fighter."

I stare at him in shock at the mention of my father.

He notices my surprise and his evil smirk grows as his hand travels up my thigh.

I panic, braising myself for what's to come.

"Bang!"

I scream falling to my knees as the sound of a gun shot rings through my ears, I quickly cover them with my hands as I stay kneeled on the floor.

I hear a thud and slowly open my eyes as the gun falls out of the mans hand, his body lay limp on the black carpet.

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.

Slowly dropping my hands to my lap I look up, Clayton stands in the middle of the hall, right beside me, lowering the gun from the mans body before his eyes flicker to mine.

He bends down, "Are you alright?" He ask, patting my body for any injuries.

"You-you" I stutter, but can't seem to find my voice.

"Yes I shot him, now we've got to go."

I let him pull me off the ground, pulling me down the hall to the back door. My legs feel heavy, feeling as if I'm dragging them along.

I look down at my feet, red splattered across my converse and the bottom of my pant legs.

I almost vomit before Clayton shoves me into the passenger side of the car slamming the door shut, running to the driver side, jumping in and pulling away from the abandon building.

It takes me a minute to steady my breathing and process everything while Clayton speeds down the now dark road.

"Where's Cash?" I ask, barely audible.

"Took off with Patricia." Clayton says.

I nod fidgeting with my fingers in my lap.

"And the boys?"