All I Want Is You (A McPriceley Fanfic)

Part 10

(Kevin's POV)

          The door slammed open.

          I started freaking out really badly, sending me into a panic attack. Connor tightly grabbed my hand and ran us into the bathroom, locking the door behind us.

          I immediately fell to the floor and curled in a tiny ball, my shoulders rising and falling due to my crying and uneven hyperventilating. Connor sat next to me, holding me and trying to reassure me. Nothing helped at the moment except for the fact that Connor was there, holding me.

          We suddenly heard more loud noises, along with shrieking.

Once it went silent again, Connor slowly started letting go of.

"Baby, I'm gonna go check out what happened, I be right ba-" I quickly cut Connor off and held tightly onto his hand.

"NO! P-please don't leave me...." I shouted, my voice quickly lowing into a whisper.

"Alright, Baby.... But I gotta see if everyone's okay. Here. Just come with me." Connor smiled and pulled me up, my knees shaking a bit. "I'm right here, Kev." He calmed me, lacing our fingers together.

Connor was about to unlock the door before he hesitated.

(Connor's POV)

I hesitated before touching the doorknob. What if the intruder is still there? What do I do? I need something for self defense.... Just in case....

I turned around and grabbed the stick part of the plunger, holding it up for self-defense. Seeing Kevin as nervous as he was made me internally upset, so I let him keep his hands on my shoulders as I unlocked the door quietly and lead him down the hallway.

The next thing I saw was the most unexpected thing you could imagine....

An unknown body laying on the ground in a pool of blood underneath James Church who had a mortified look on his face.... and a bloody knife. Next to what I assumed to be the lifeless body, was Christopher Thomas.

I dropped the stick. A wave of shock hit me. James was shaking uncontrollably and was unable to move. Chris.... well, I'm not sure about him....

I ran over to James, slowly taking the knife out of his hands and running it to the kitchen. I quickly came back to see James still shaking, taking very quick and shallow breaths. He suddenly dropped to his knees next to Chris and hugged his unconscious.... hopefully not dead.... body. He was sobbing and still shaking, rocking himself and Chris back and forth. He continuously mumbled the same thing over and over again during his panic attack.

          "I'm so sorry- I'm so sorry- I'm so sorry-" James said like a broken record, sobbing into Chris.

          I immediately kneeled down next to Chris and checked his heartbeat. It was beating, but so lightly and slowly I could barely hear it. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a cool, wet rag, a pillow, and a first-aid kit. I ran back into the room, moving Chris onto his back, propping his head up on the pillow and laying the wet rag on his forehead. I watched James sit there, hugging his knees and rocking himself back and forth. He was sobbing violently, but refused to take his eyes off of Chris. He had a firm hold of his hand, despite the shaking.

          "Okay, James. I need you try and calm down and tell me what happened, okay? Chris is okay, don't worry. You're okay, too." I said slowly and gently. James just shook his head, continuing to try and silent his sobs, turning them into whimpers. "James. Look at me. You're going to be okay, and so will Chris. I know it's hard, but you need to tell me what happened so I know what happened." I spoke very slowly, watching James barely able to rip his eyes off of Chris and look at me. He reluctantly nodded and cleared his throat.