Street Nerd

ch6 •• wait whom?

chapter six
"i didn't have a quote, so i made this a quote."
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THIS WAS THE ONLY TIME I HAD let memories of my month in that torment come flooding in. I needed to remember to put some facts together. In the time there when I wasn't being beaten and lashed I was noticing and repeating details in my head.

All the men had wrist tattoos that were exactly alike. The tattoo was some lettering of some sort, it didn't look like it was proper English. Heck, I didn't even know proper English myself. I'd caught up with the faces of some as well, never seeing the leaders face because he always wore a mask.

A large gust of wind woke me out of my trance. I was sitting on the hotel room floor shaking from memories. Where did the wind come from?

I slowly looked around the room with high caution. No one knew I was staying here. My mouth flew open as I was gawking at the busted window I my room.

How did I not hear that break? When did it break? What-

Knock? Knock! Knock!

Now I was trembling in my huddled spot in the corner. Why would anyone be knocking?

I took all my courage and stood up, "Er, who is it?!" I yelled through the room.

No one spoke.

I was about ready to pass out. Walking up to the door silently, I looked through the peep hole. It was black. This isn't good.

I ran to my bag next to the comfortable bed and ripped it open to find my sleek black pistol at the bottom.

"Who's there?!" They'd knocked again while I was taking the safety of of my gun and checking to make sure it was fully loaded.

No answer.

I tried looking through the peep hole once again, but it was still covered. I unlocked the bottom two locks but left the bolt in.

Slowly I cracked open the door as much as I could and stuck my head through. I only saw half of his body sticking out to know exactly who he was.

Andrew?

"Andrew. What are you doing here?" My gun still held behind the door with two hands. I was tremendously confused. I never told Andrew I was staying here.

"U-um can I come in?" He was scared. Andrews never scared. Something was wrong.

"You oka-"

"Yes, just please open up." I suppose I could let him in, I trust him.

I unbolted the door with caution as my eyes never left Andrew's. Andrew is my best friend. He may be almost forty, but he's the only man I let into my life.

Andrew could pull off being twenty five, at the least, with his built look and smooth face. He has olive toned skin and bright green eyes, yes his hair may have some white sprouting but his large mass of light brown hair covers most of the strands.

By the time I was done unbolting the lock a loud bang erupted through my ears.

"Jesus Andy! What was that for?!" Andrew had almost chopped my fingers off when he'd slammed the door shut after running in.