WANTED (Grethan)

Sixteen

Ethan Dolan

    Bang! Bang! Bang! I shot up out of bed quickly, grabbing a gun from the duffel bag and going to check the door. I cautiously unlock it and open it, I see Cameron's face come into view and sigh.

    "You scared the fuck out of me" I whisper harshly and he chuckles, "um so bad news, dude, I went downstairs to ask for a towel and the employee called the cops...you think she recognized us?" He asks, laughing nervously. My eyes widen and I shake my head in disbelief, "go pack up now, and get the boys too. Hurry" I tell him and he scurried off.

      I quickly pack up all of me and Gray's things, I shoot the group chat a text and tell them to meet me down at the car. "Gray, wake up" I tell him, he jumps away quickly, his breath shaky.

     "Chill, it's just me" I tell him and he nods. "What are you doing up? Why is everything packed?" He asks, "I'll explain when we get down to the car but we have to go, come on. Don't worry about getting dressed" I say and he nods, standing up and palming his eyes, he looked so cute in my shirt.

       I open up the front door and meet with the rest of the gang, we run down the stairs, my legs already sore once getting down to the second story. "We'll leave out the back, we can't take any chances." I yell to the gang and they agree.

       I pull out my phone and call my driver, telling him to meet me out back. I slam open the door, policemen standing in the main lobby. "Hey!" One of the guys yell, "shit" I mumble, "Gray! Gun" I yell, Grayson throws me a Glock and I load it.

       "Back up" I warn the officer, his nostrils flare as I see him slightly panic. Cam hands me another gun, "you guys go" I whisper and they take off running, I shoot towards the ceiling to make a distraction, the police men crouching down.

       A SWAT team pulls up and I start to shoot at any person I see, their vests preventing much damage. I take off running, my left thigh being severely wounded, "fuck!" I wheeze, trying to run as fast as I can with a bullet in my leg.

       I started to feel dizzy as I got out of the door, a team of shooters coming after me. The SUV door opens and Grayson widens his eyes, "get in!" He yells as the car starts to drive, I jump in and land in a seat, almost sitting on top of Manny as the car speeds off.

        "Jets" i hiss to the driver and he nods, "call them" I tell cam and he pulls out his phone, setting them up.

        "You're losing a lot of blood" Grayson tells me and I glare at him, "no shit" I say sarcastically and he rolls his eyes. "Is there a first aid kit in here?" Grayson asks the driver, "under my seat" he answers, glancing in the rear view mirror.

      Grayson grabs the kit, my leg starting to go numb. He pulls out some gauze and wraps it around my leg, "you need to keep direct pressure on this, you won't make it home, I'll have to fix you up on the jet." He tells me and I hiss.

       "What do you know about talking care of a bullet wound?" Jack asks with attitude, he was the one who normally fixed me up. "It was my job. Mind your business" Grayson spits, pressing his hand down onto my wound making me cry out.

      We pull up to the jets and Grayson helps me out of the car, the rest of the gang packing up our bags, Jack runs to my side and helps me climb up the steps to the jet. "I need a needle and sutures" Grayson calls, Manny brings him a bin full of medical things, he pulls off my joggers, avoiding my wound.

      Grayson buckled me up as we wait for the turbulence to calm down, he refuses to sit in a seat though as he presses the fabric of my joggers against me to slow the bleeding.