Nation

Chapter 22- Insanity

After several gulps of water from the gallon-bottles of it we had been supplied with, my sore throat was long gone. We had also managed to clean the wounds I had managed to manufacture.

The police continued to shout things outside the house, and from what we could make out, Matt and Evan were still in hiding.

Cowards.

"Why haven't they came in yet?" A confused and scared Fliss asked.

"I don't know Flissy. But we'll be okay." Steve assured her, putting his arm over her shoulders in a comforting way. She leaned her head on his shoulder, causing many eyebrows to raise.

"You don't suppose..." I trailed away, whispering to Gen.

She smiled mischievously, and nodded. I had to admit, it did look rather adorable.

The calm silence in the room was disrupted when the attic door slammed open. For a moment, I thought it was the Police, and that ignited a little flicker of hope inside of me. However, is went as soon as it came as Matt, Evan, Becky and her Dad came crawling through the hatch.

"What do you want?" Gen spat, not holding back at all.

"Don't talk to me like that." Evan retorted, making a disgusted face.

"Why are you up here?" Darius dared to ask.

"Why should we tell you?" Matt snorted.

"I'm not being funny, but it's not like we have many people to grass you up to." I cautiously added in.

Evan shot me the evils, and if looks could kill, I wouldn't be doing too great.

"Punishment back there not enough for you back there, little lady?" He taunted, as though speaking to a five year old.

I was losing my patience with these guys, big time. They were the only ones standing in the way of our freedom, and if we somehow got rid of them, we could leave.

Bekka's Dad was being strangely cryptic in amongst all of this. I wasn't quite sure what to make of him yet, but I greatly disrespected him for betraying the police force. That wasn't cool.

"Hey." Bekka sidled up to Gen and I, smiling as though nothing was wrong.

I could have sworn I heard a growl escape from Gen's mouth. That girl never ceased to amaze me.

"What do you want?" I asked bluntly, wanting nothing more than for her to go away.

"Hey, listen, I didn't have a say in any of this. Don't blame it on me." She replied incredulously.

"We have every right to blame this on you! You could have grassed them up, we could be free, and so could Nathan. Your own boyfriend. If I were him, I'd be damn ashamed of you." I raged, not caring that we were now the centre of attention.

She whimpered a bit, and went over to sit on her own in the corner and mull things over.

Good. She could mull all she wanted.

"That was harsh." Darius warned, an eyebrow raised.

"She needed to hear it."

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The police were now searching the house, and there was a gun on the floor ready to be used on whoever spoke.

We could hear the sounds of footsteps and doors knocking down, and they were getting closer each time. I was seriously considering yelling out to let them know where we were and getting shot, just so that the others would be free.

It was a thought.

To be honest, I would have thought they would have checked the attic by now. The most obvious places to hide would be the basement and the attic.

Reverse psychology maybe?

Nobody dared even breathe too loudly. It was a tough decision, risk not getting found at all, or give your life for others freedom.

Someone tried to push against the hatch to get in, and in an instant, Bekka's Dad and Evan were sitting on top of it to keep it shut.

Matt ushered us to the furthest corner in the room, Bekka included, and he actually looked scared. Not to mention, he had the ever ominous gun in his grip as a reminder of the threat at hand.

The hatch was beginning to splinter and break under the pressure of two forces pushing from opposite sides.

When suddenly, it burst open.

"ONE MOVE AND THEY ALL DIE!"