Heal the Scars Left on the Heart

9: Stay With Me

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I pushed Gavin off of me when I heard the gunshot ringing in my ears from a distance. Both he and I grabbed our handguns from our holsters. We looked at each other sternly, Gavin no longer had a smug smirk planted on his lips. He finally dropped the act, his face never looking as serious as ever.

We walked stealthily, but the leaves under us didn't help us all that well. I tried my best to step around the piles or attempted to lightly step my foot down.

My adrenaline kicked in, and my heartbeat felt loud in the still forest. My bloodstream flowed quickly, sending goosebumps on my arms and shivers down my spine.

When we weren't hearing anything, Gavin and I silently signaled to take different paths with our heads.

I quietly slipped through in between the trees on the opposite side of Gavin's route.

When all I heard was crickets and the breeze, I felt unnerved, afraid the shooter had gotten away so quickly. All I saw around me was the shadows of trees.

As I continued to push forward, I faintly heard grunts and rustling noises of leaves.

I picked up my feet, the rush of adrenaline ran through my body again. I ran towards the noises, and I quickly drew my gun on the two bodies that were on the floor. The light on my handgun flashed them, giving me a clear view on the scene.

A masked person dominated another body...

Rupert?!

"Hands up, motherfucker!" I yelled as I trained my gun on the masked body.

I saw Rupert's surprised face, but I decided to not get distracted and focus on the person on top of him.

In a matter of seconds, I saw their quick movements, their bodies and hands moved quickly, causing me to fire. But when the person on top of Rupert had reached for their gun, he quickly shoved him, messing up their shot.

Two gunshots went off.

I heard the other person groan with a deep voice, and from the sound of it, I was able to identify the gender.

I felt a sharp pain on my left shoulder, and the power of the gunshot hitting me had caused me to fall down on my back.

The guy quickly recovered, and attempted to run away.

I panted, and I heard Rupert's voice exclaim, "no!"

He rushed to my side, but I ignored him and focused on my target. He helped my head up on his lap.

Despite the excruciating pain, I still had the gun tightly gripped on my right hand.

I can't let him get away...!

My trembling hands fixed on the guy, but my hazy vision wasn't clear enough to know if I was aiming correctly, but I fired a couple rounds anyway.

When the recoil of each shot pained me harder, my hands gave up. My pistol had dropped to my side, and I panted faster and faster as the stinging continued to worsen.

It had felt like someone continued to stab a sharp, thick needle on my skin over and over. The hot blood trickled down my arms, and I coughed from the unbearable pain. The adrenaline had helped me not feel it as much, but it wasn't enough.

Rupert looked at me with panic, but he took off his jacket and tied it around my wound so tightly, I thought my arm was going to burst.

I flinched and squeezed my eyes, biting my lips from creating any noise.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you bleed out," his quivered voice croaked. "Stay with me."

I heard rustlings approaching quickly, followed by Gavin's voice.