The Nerd

It's Over

Clayton and the guys hop out of the cars, holding their weapons tight, I hop out also, and we all slam our doors shut.

"Stay close by me." Clayton says, looking at me.

I nod back as we all slowly move closer to the building.

We get up to the entrance, I look around at my surroundings as Clayton starts shooting out a plan.

"Alright, me, Samantha and Declan will go in through the front, the rest of you go around and get in through the back and the sides if you can." Clayton says.

Everyone nods and we split off.

We move closer to the front door of the salon.

"Declan, how much ammo do you have?" Clayton ask, looking at Declan.

I adjust the gun strapped to my hip.

"Enough." Declan says, sternly.

I swallow the lump in my throat as I go to look up at Clayton, ready for orders, only to catch him already staring at me.

My eyes flicker to the ground before meeting his soft ones, I nod as I push a piece of hair behind my ear, "I'll be fine." I say.

His lips press together and he looks down at the gun in his hands as he nods, "Only use yours if you have to. Me and Declan will handle it."

I roll my eyes, "Clayton, this may be my father and my supposed boyfriend but, I can pull my head out of my feelings when it comes to a necessary situation like this, I'll be fine I promise." I say, reassuring him.

He looks up at me, "Alright. Then let's go."

I nod, as he moves closer to the door and Declan follows.

Realizing I'm standing still for far too long, I quietly start to tip toe behind them.

"Eh, I don't like that one." I hear a deep raspy voice say, as we near the door, "Too skinny, non-compliant. If she knew what was best for her she wouldn't have tried to escape. Go on, put her out of her misery."

My brows furrow in confusion, as I press myself closer to the door.

'Bang!'

I jump back with a gasp, as a hand grips my shoulder.

Clayton looks down at me.

"What the hell just happened?" I question.

"Don't play dumb now Samantha." Declan says beside me, as he peers into of the windows, his gun tightly held in his hand.

Clayton let's go of my shoulder, nudging me up, "Are you sure you can handle this Sam?" He ask.

I shrug him off, grabbing my gun from my hip, "I'm not a fucking child Clayton."

He nods, moving away from me.

He looks over to Declan, "Do the honors."

Declan moves to the door, twisting the knob slightly, but it doesn't budge.

Next thing I know I hear a loud bang and a crash to the ground and a bunch of screaming, the door hits the wall with a loud bang.

I look up into the salon, there seems to be about twelve of Patricia's gang members looking back at us from this tiny room.

The girls that were held in the van are tied up, sitting on the ground.

One petite body lays visible on the floor, blood pooling from under her.

Oh my god I think I might vomit.

I point my gun at the people crowding the room, as I mimic Declan and Clayton's moves, walking into the salon, kicking the door somewhat closed behind me.