The Dying Generation

Chapter Twenty-Six

I awoke suddenly from a small noise, my head popped up, looking around. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary. All I saw was a dark room that I could only really see occasionally when lighting would flash into the room. Thunder crackled quietly in the background.

Whatever it was, it was probably just the storm. I tried to brush it off, laying back down in the fabric of Alton's jacket he bundled up on the nightstand for me. I rolled over onto my other side, facing the bed now, seeing Alton asleep in bed, not bothered at all, but deeply asleep.

I sighed, slowly closing my eyes once again. My eyes were closed for about ten seconds and my mind at ease until I heard it again. I jumped up, that was not the storm, that sounded something like footsteps or movement.

I looked towards the bedroom door. Seeing a light now shining underneath it. I listened closely, now hearing quiet voices. But I couldn't really make out anything they were saying. Worry filled me, Alton was completely unaware of this.

"Alton." I whispered, looking over to him. No response.
"Alton." I whispered even louder, afraid whoever was in the other room would hear me.

I climbed out of the fabric and over to the corner of the nightstand, I looked down to see the gap between the bed and nightstand. I need to wake him up, but I was afraid if I tried, I would end up killing myself trying, or break my other ankle..

I could hear the footsteps get louder, panic took over me. I took a step back then threw myself onto the bed. When I felt myself hit the cushions surface, I could feel myself slowly sliding off. I gripped the blankets tightly, using all the possible strength I had to pull myself up.
I grunted in frustration, managing to pull myself back up.

I brought myself back onto my feet, running up to Alton's face.
"Alton, come on." I kept my voice a little low as to not be heard or draw their attention to this room faster. I climbed onto the pillow he rested his head on, getting myself up higher. I managed to climb up onto his head to get by his ear.

"Alton, wake up!"

He jumped in reaction, quickly engulfing me in his hand. He got up and out of bed automatically.

"What's going on?" He glanced around.

"Someone else is in here, we need to go." I struggled.

"Yes, I as well like the style of this room. But you would think they would clean it up better. Looks like someone else was living here." I could hear a female voice just outside the door.

From that, Alton rushed to grab his bag that was already packed and threw it through the window. He grabbed his jacket and quickly put it on.
"Hold on." He shoved me into his jacket's pocket.

I could hear the door knob jiggling just as I could feel Alton trying to climb through the window.

"What the hell?!" I could hear a women's voice yell out in shock.
"Peter! There's someone in here!" I could hear the women scream, and then the click sound of when you cock a gun's hammer back.

The escape became very rough, Alton jumped out the window, the only thing that kept me in his pocket was my death grip on the pocket's inside. I could feel Alton running for what felt like forever, until he thought it was safe.

His hand slunk into his pocket, retrieving me and pulling me out.
He set me onto his shoulder, pulling his hood up to keep the both of us fairly dry from the rain without a word.
He sighed, reaching into his other pocket pulling out his cell phone. He started texting on it, also being aware of what was around him.

Could he be texting who I think he is texting? With us now having no where else to go, it wouldn't surprise me.
We barely was able to keep that place very long and I doubt we can do that again at the same place. I'm sure whoever those people were, they would have reported us, possible chance on even giving the police a hint about our whereabouts. This place is no longer safe.

I brushed my fading red hair back, leaning back on Alton's neck. I fiddled with my fingers out of boredom. The bright light that illuminated from Alton's phone was becoming annoying. With everywhere else being dark and his phone being so bright, it made it hard to see anything else outside of the phone. From where I was, it was a bit hard to actually read what Alton was writing or who he was texting, but all I could see, was whoever they were, they were responding pretty fast.

With a click of a button, his phone's screen finally went black as he stowed it away back into his pocket.

With a small bit of silence of me debating on saying anything, I finally decided to speak.
"Who were you texting?"

"Sal."

"W-was it about staying with them?"
I asked nervously.

"We have nowhere else to go, I had to. I'm going to talk to them first, and I'll decide from there."

"How do you know they won't like end up killing me or something? Because they really don't seem like the trust worthy type." I sat up more to look at Alton more directly the best I could, even though he never properly returned the eye contact to me.

"Stop worrying, they won't touch you." He said with annoyance.

With the tone of his voice, it would have naturally made me back down again. But I couldn't stop the next words that left my lips.
"How do you know?"

"Because I'll break their necks, and they know it." He mumbled under his breath.

This time I stayed quiet, I had no idea what to respond with to that.  I just remained silent for the rest of the trip. I had to keep in mind. Alton is doing this all because of me. He wouldn't put me in harm's way or in a situation that he didn't think would be safe. I had to trust his judgment.

It took a little while to get there but we arrived at a house that seemed a little not well taken care of. Right as Alton stepped up onto the porch, he brought his right hand up to me.
"I want you to stay quiet and close, don't trust them for a minute." He wrapped his fingers around me, removing me from his shoulder at the same time he twisted the door knob, letting himself in.

I tried to see what I can but it was cut short when he stuffed me back into his pocket of his jacket. I sighed in frustration, however, even if I was kept out, as soon as I would see them, I would probably be begging to be put in hiding like I was now.

I could hear another door open as Alton seemed to be entering another room..