Dark Days

Dangerous Mind

*A/N* Ohmygosh guys! First off let me just thank all of you who took their time and read this little story. It really means a lot, like you guys don't know how much my day was made! I legit had tears every single time someone left a comment (I wish I was exaggerating!).

Second of all, I am so sorry I took so long to update. I know most writers have the gift of being able to update every few weeks. I have to work on those skills.

So I'd like to sincerly thank you for y'alls patience. This is like so late in updating, but I wanted to make sure it was absolutely perfect! I still feel like I have way much more to improve, but I couldn't wait to share this with y'all. This is dedicated to my first reviewer who had the honor of making me cry ! <3 Thank you thank you so much! 

 “Of all the things I've lost, I miss my mind the most.” – Anonymous.

The frail sound of a door opening barely ripples through the air, before two strong arms reach toward me and I am propelled forward into a small dimly lit room.  Before I can even blink, I hear the door hushing shut behind me, followed by the intricate sounds of locks setting into place. I turn to the source of the noise, to see a man hunched over, diligently moving his hands with confident, swift movements, shuffling from one complicated lock to another.  Slight movement from the corner of my eye and my attention is momentarily diverted to two figures standing at opposite sides of the man, attention fixed on me.  I register dark hair, brown eyes twinkling in mischief and matching sly smiles.

 Harsh images of the recent ordeal protrude my mind at the sight at such uniformed suspicious grins and a slight desperation bubbles up in the pit of my stomach. I feel my nails biting into my hand as they clench into a fist at such an intrusion on my mind.

A warm hand gently embraces my own, which unclenches at the mere touch of his fingertips and I turn to face Alex, who smiles reassuringly.

“It’s okay. You’re safe here.” He murmurs quietly, with a light squeeze of my hand.

I nod my head comforting myself with the confirmation. We were in a safe house. The danger was outside, not on the inside.

 With a nod of his own head, he lets go of my hand and walks forward to the three men with a calm expression.

The man, apparently finished with the locks, turns to face Alex harboring a serious expression on his own face.

“No one followed you here?” the man questions narrowing his eyes, glancing at me in turn.

Alex shakes his head holding his hands up. “I wouldn’t have come here if that were the case.”

The man crosses his arm and raises an eyebrow in response. A brief moment of panic overtakes me and I fear that the man will not believe Alex’s words and perhaps kick us out back into the danger ridden streets.

So much for safety in a safe house.

Instead, to my utter relief, the man scoffs letting out a sharp laugh, patting Alex in the back.

“Smart boy,” he comments. Turning to me he says, “The name’s Joe, nice to meet ya.” He momentarily puts both hands on each of the boys’ shoulders who tower nearly a foot or two above him.  “And these are my sons,” he gestures his head to the left “Luke,” then to the right, “Adrian.”

“Actually,” the boy from the left speaks up with laughter tinting his tone. He points to himself with a light shake of his head. “I’m Adrian,” he then jabs his thumb in the direction of the other boy. “He’s Luke,” the boy Luke, in question, who now stands leaning against a nearby wall, nods his head in confirmation and in greeting.