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Chapter Thirteen: "I Need Your Gun!"

"I don't know what he gave you but, the test shows that you only have food poisoning," the doctor says reading off his notes.

"Is there any medication he can take to make sure," I ask, looking over at Ethan. His head resting in his hands, rubbing his eyes.

"Just stay in bed. Avoid foods high in dairy, fat, fiber, and sugar. Also, don't take any medication such as ibuprofen or Advil," the doctor suggested. My dad sits in the corner, nodding. I had warned him to not say anything while we were here, to let me do the talking. My parents did not like hospital visits, especially because of the bills.

"Alrighty! Thank you so much."

"No problem, wait in the waiting room for your check," he smiles. I grab Ethan's hand and lead him to the room. We waited there until the girl at the desk called our last name and told our dad the amount he owed. My dad sighs, turning to glare at us. He payed and we began driving home in utter silence. We pull up through the driveway and even before the car fully stopped Ethan opened the door and tried to run into the house, but he was stopped by two officers.

"We need you to give us some identification," one stated. Ethan sighs and nods in agreement.

"He had really green eyes, like really green," he starts. Wow great description Ethan, I think. "His hair was black and slightly wavy. He had a gold mask on that covered the top half of his face. He had really strong cheekbones. He was about 6'2" and was more on the lean side. And that's as much as you're getting out of me."

"We just have one more question, what was he wearing?"

"Ripped black jeans, black leather jacket with a grey hood, worn out black Adidas shoes."

"Okay that's all. Thank you for your cooperation," the officers left without another word.

"You good?" I ask grabbing Ethan's arm.

"Perfect," he pulled away and went to his room.

"Just give him some time," my mother comes up from behind me, "He's been through a lot."

"Funny because both of my best friends are dead and I've seen no sympathy from you," I walk past her.

"You can't talk to me like that, I'm your mother."

"Really? Maybe if you acted like my mother, I'd respect you like one."

I pick up my phone after checking that my window is locked, my closet is empty, and my laptop closed. Normally when I get in a fight with my parents I would immediately text Macy and Chris. Guess I can't do that now. My eyes are glued on Phoenix's last texts to me. Time for him to play my game.

"Hey Phoenix, if you want me come get me. Meet me at the school at 4:00 tonight."

~

I pull up Will's driveway and let myself in.

"Will!" I call up upstairs, "I need your gun."

"What?" he comes down stairs looking exhausted and only in his boxers. He looks down and realizes he has no proper clothing on and covers his junk with a towel off of the banister.

I exhale, "I need your gun," I push past him heading to his bedroom. He slowly followed behind me.

"Why do you need a gun?" he pulls me back.

"I-I have a plan. Just trust me."

"Emma," he pulled me over to his bed to sit down, "You need to just breathe, knowing you it's probably something really impulsive and dangerous."

"Well I can't just sit and cry all day, that's not going to help anybody."

"Neither is going out and trying to get yourself killed," he feebly grabbed my hand, "Please, just don't do anything that's dangerous."

"I'm sorry," I stood up and grabbed the gun from his drawers, "I have to."

"Emma!" he calls after me.

"I'll be fine," I get in my car and drive off.

~

It's 3:45, I'm fifteen minutes early when I hear the rev of a motorcycle behind me. I turn around and see a man about 6'2" swing his leg off of the bike.

"Hello Emma," he addressed me.

"Phoenix?"

"In the flesh," he pulls off his hood revealing his golden mask.

"I've been wanting to meet you for a while," I step forward, my heart pounding in my ears.

"And I, you," he steps even closer, only a foot between us.

My hand reaches up to his face to take off his mask. He looks at my hand and smiles lightly.

"You know," he grabs my hand away from his face and places it in his hand, "we've met before."

"Wanna remind me of the better times?" I ask leading him over to his motorcycle. He hands me a helmet and I wrap my arms around his torso, acid building up in my throat. The very sight of him makes me want to go on a murder rampage, but I needed him to trust me. We drive for a while, my hands shaking all the while. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have let him drive me off to some resort place where he can peacefully murder me.

"I've been waiting to show you this for so long Em," he takes my hand and leads me into a large warehouse. Yup, it's official. This was a bad idea, I'm gonna get killed. I'm tempted to reach into my back pocket and shot him when he pulls open the door. The building was filled with pictures of me and him. But not exactly. It was me when I was little. Phoenix was with me. Both of us sitting side by side, laughing, hundreds of memories I can't place. I spin around trying to remember what his name was.