alive ↠ hs

.16

Harry jerked Asher to the side, saving him from multiple rounds of bullets. He pushed me back, shooting the gun at the intruders.

Then, everything stopped as I looked up, finding two guys and Harry pointing their guns at each other.

A standoff.

"Hm, nice try," one of the guys smirked. "You didn't think you'd actually win did you?"

Harry's fingers were wrapped so tightly around the handle of the gun that his fingers turned white. "Get out or I'll splatter your brain across these walls."

"Now, now, we haven't even had any fun," one smirked, searching our faces, turning to Asher. "First, I'm going to kill you. Nice and quick, looks like you've suffered enough."

He looked to Harry, a grin falling on his face. "You, oh you, you shouldn't have shot my friends earlier, that was a mistake. I'm going to take my time with you."

Finally, his eyes fell onto me. "And you, sweetheart, I'm going to make you very useful."

I cringed at the thought, my fingers wrapping tighter around my gun. "Go fuck yourself."

"And she has an attitude?" he nudged his friend. "I'm going to make you feel amazing babygirl, you wouldn't even believe. Then I'm going to slit his throat in front of you." He said, gesturing to Harry.

"You've got ten seconds to leave." Harry spoke sternly, moving himself in front of me, making me lower my gun. Protecting me.

They rolled their eyes and laughed, taking a step torwards me. "1."

"2."

They weren't going to leave. Not until we were all dead.

"If I go with you, will you leave my friends alone?" I asked, my voice surprisingly even.

"3."

The guy smirked as Asher turned to me, shaking his head. "Oh, sweetie, it would be my pleasure."

I rose to my feet as Harry grabbed my arm and pulled me back down. I met his eyes, shaking my head.

"Saige, don't." Asher begged me.

Just as one of the guy's fingers wrap around my arm, I pull the knife from my belt, sending it through his eye. A loud gasp fell from my mouth as I pushed the knife deeper into his eye, my fingers shaking as his blood covered my fingers.

Harry shot the other guy as I pulled the knife from his eye. He fell to the ground, moaning quietly as he died.

I did it. We were safe again. We were safe.

"What the hell were you thinking?" Harry boomed suddenly, grabbing my arm. "You've could have gotten yourself killed!"

I snatched my arm away, meeting his clover eyes. "I saved us."

"That was reckless and stupid." He spat, turning away from me.

"Oh yeah, better than sitting there with your guns pointed at each other?" I scoffed at him. "You shoot one, the other shoots you and us. That waa reckless and stupid."

He pushed past me and down the stairs, searching the rest of the house. I leaned down beside Asher, who was shaking terribly.

"What did you think was going to happen?" He said quietly, tears falling down his cheeks.

"We're okay, Asher."

"They were going to do horrible things to you, Saige," he said. "They would r-"

"Don't say it."

"Don't ever do something that stupid ever again." He huffed before getting up and leaving me alone with the two dead bodies in the bedroom.

I furrowed my eyebrows with confusion as I pulled myself to my feet. Why were they mad at me? I literally put myself on the line to make sure that they made it. That they were the ones that would be able to make it out. They were the strong ones. I wasn't.

I was willing to kill myself to make sure they were safe. But that wasn't good enough.

Harry, I could understand why he was pissed, but Asher, he should understand. The things we've done to protect each other have been much worse than what I just did. I've seen Asher rip a mans throat out with his teeth. I've seen him drive a truck into a group of men that have been following us for days. I saw their insides splatter against the windshield. 

I've seen him completely shut down for the things he's done. I've seen him turn ruthless and cold because of ways he's protected me. Harry didn't see it, sometimes I couldn't even imagine him doing things like that. Who he is and who he has to be to survive are two different people. And I respected that.

I could see that he didn't deal with the things he's done. That's what make him and I different, I felt everything. I felt disappointed at my attempt to protect my friends. I felt every person I killed, I punished myself because I thought I deserved it. I've hurt myself for every person I've killed.

Maybe that was my problem. Maybe I felt too much. Love made you weak. Feeling made you weak.

Just as I turned to go down the stairs, someone's arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into the bathroom.

A scream started to pass my lips but a sharp knife pressed against my throat, cutting it off.

"Don't scream," he said huskily, his fingers digging into my hip. "I'll slice you up so good, there won't be anything to bury."

I swallowed my scream as he smirked, his hand taking the knife's place on my throat, his fingers sliding up my stomach as tears burned my eyes.

It was better not to feel.