Hide Me - Dolan Twins

Seven - So do your zip

Guiliana's POV

I could see myself walking. I turned a corner. A flash of an image appeared. A brick wall. Covered in graffiti. But it was blurry. Time was moving slowly. There were shadows. And now I was running. Running away. The setting changed. I was on the sidewalk. Bleeding. There were voices all around me. Commotion. A man was laughing. His laugh echoing.
BANG!

My eyes shot open and my body shot up. I had awoken in sweats and I was shaking. I looked around the room and out the window. It was now sundown. The dream I had was so similar to my other one but I had no idea what any of it meant. But it all felt so real and it was almost as the voices were right outside the door. Wait. I got up and walked over to the door. I placed my ear against it and listened. I could hear someone yelling. In fact it sounded like people were fighting.

"I swear to fucking god James you better get the fuck out of here before I blow your goddamn brains all over this fucking place".

That did not sound too good at all. Then I heard the clocking of a gun. Shit. Shit. Shit. That sound was enough to make me shit myself. What the fuck is going on Guiliana how do you manage to always get yourself in these situations. Then I heard a door slam. I guess James didn't want his brains to be blown out. This was too much now it was time for me to leave, I should've never came in the first place. I scanned the room for my bag. Shit you left it in the living room. You know what screw it I'm leaving the bag and b-lining it for the door. The pain killers I was given made me feel great and my body felt brand new. I listened carefully and waited for everything to fall silent. Without hesitation I placed my hand on the door knob, swung the door open, and made a break for it. But instead of making it to the front door I was able to run a couple inches before my body hit a hard surface and fell to the ground with a thud.

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?". I look up and see that the thing I collided with was a man. The man that was yelling. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. My body was frozen and my mouth hung open in horror.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY HOUSE?! ", he shouted angrily while pulling out his gun and pointing it at me. A tear came out of me eye and a scream escaped my mouth but I placed my hand over my mouth. His house? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. I'm about to die. Holy shit he's pointing a gun at me. I was still frozen.

"Can't speak huh". Then he clocked his gun.

"No no please please stop", I cried while cowering myself into the corner. Where was Ethan? Was this even his house? I could taste my tears. The gun remained waved in my face. Stop crying. Speak Guiliana.

"I'M GONNA ASK YOU ONE MORE FUCKING", he banged the gun on the wall next to him, "TIME", his deep voice ringing in my ears.

"H- he brought me here", I sobbed putting my head down. Never in my life have I feared more for my life than in this moment.

"Who? Who br-", his question was cut off by another voice.

"What is going o-", Ethan started as he came into view of the situation, "GRAYSON DUDE WHAT THE HELL", he yelled as he rushed over to the man with the gun pushing him away from me. Thank God he came back. I wiped my eyes and let out a breathe I didn't know I had been holding in.

"THIS IS MY HOUSE TOO ETHAN NEXT TIME YOU SHOULD TELL ME WHEN YOU BRING IN A FUCKING CHARITY CASE". Ouch. I was not a charity case. It wasn't my fault he wanted to help me.

"Grayson man calm down and put the gun away I was just helping her out", Ethan replied. He had now pushed him all the way to the living room. I still sat in the corner and I was shaking. "Why me" was all I could think. I heard a door slam then Ethan came back over to me.

"That was my brother, Grayson and I'm so sorry he acted like that. I forgot to tell him you were here and he flipped out", he explained as he crouched next to me. I understand flipping out but was pulling a gun on me necessary? Nonetheless I just nodded. Mainly because I was still truamatized and also because I had nothing to say.

"I figured you might want to shower so here", he said as he handed me a bag.

"This is the bathroom", he told me after getting up and pointing to the door next to him. I rose my body from the ground and as he walked away I cleared my voice and called his name. He turned around instantly. I had finally mustered enough courage to ask the question I've been dying to know the answer to since I got into his car.

"Why are you helping me? Why are you being so nice?", I asked genuinely. The behavior he was exhibiting was not common and how helpful he was being was a bit strange.

"Good people still exist In this world and my mother always told me what good are you to this planet if you are not one of them". And with that he walked away, leaving me to let his warm response sink in and for the first time in months, I smiled.