Fast, Furious, and... On the Run?
[Chapter 8]
“What are you doing here? You nearly gave me a heart attack!” I fumed.
I expected Dean to come back with some sort of witty response complete with smirk and all. But instead he just said, “Saving your butt, that’s what. Now let me in.”
I rolled my eyes, “I told you to leave me alone, so I don’t think I will.” I started to shut the door, but before I got the chance to, he shoved his foot in between the door and the door frame, making it impossible.
“Have you looked out here in the hallway since I got here?”
Confused I responded, “No, why?” giving him a weird look. If this was some sort of trick, I wasn’t going to fall for it.
“Well, if you did, you would see a knocked out ‘maid’ lady.” He said gesturing a little bit farther back.
I twisted my face to get a good look, and sure enough, it was the lady who had provided me with extra towels, lying face down on the hotel carpet. With a something in her left right hand. “What in the world is that?” I motioned with my eyes towards the thing in her hand.
Dean rolled his eyes like it was obvious, which it was, I just couldn’t process why there was a knocked out lady holding a gun outside of my hotel room.
“It’s a gun obviously. I followed you here, just to make sure you were safe, which turned out to be a good thing. This place is crawling with people that seem to be working for whoever ran you out of town.”
I thought about what he just said, “How do I know you’re not one? You could very easily be trying to manipulate me…” I wasn’t about to take any chances, especially since I didn’t know anything about him in reality.
“Because, why would I knock her out? Why would I have helped you this far?” He was starting to get frustrated now.
“To get me to trust you, then you randomly like kidnap me or something. I don’t know alright?!” I banged my head against the wall.
“Just let me in, before they realize-“ Dean was cut off mid-sentence when we heard feet pounding up the stairwell near my room, accompanied by voices. I couldn’t understand what they were saying, but it was in no way good. “Let. Me. In.” His voice was now cold and I could see fear in his eyes. I don’t think he could fake that kind of fear.
I sighed, and pushed my door closed so I could pull the chain off the door. Once it was off, I pulled the door open, grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him in, not caring if he fell in the process.
Just before I closed the door, I saw a face of one of the guys that was coming up the stairs. It was the reception from downstairs and he was holding a gun, just like the maid had been.
I put the chain on again and whipped around to Dean, I was about to tell him to help me push a dresser in front of the door, but he already had one that he was pushing.
When he saw my face he simply said, “Way ahead of you on this.” Within seconds we had it positioned against the door, so hopefully it would block any bullets they decided to shoot through the door.
I gave Dean a quick look, “Stay here.” before I ran to my room. I had almost forgotten about the fact that I had just gotten out of the bathtub when he had knocked. But not quite.
I tore the bathrobe off and grabbed a set of clothes and quickly threw them on without paying attention. After I had slipped on my shoes, I grabbed my duffle bag and went back to Dean to find him chilling on the living room couch without a care in the world.
“Get off your lazy butt, we gotta split.” I said looking for a way to get out besides the door. All of a sudden I heard the unmistakable noise of a gun. There was also a crack of wood, so I assumed that they had shot the door.
Thank the lord for the dresser.
Without a second thought, the two of us took off towards the window. Thankfully, someone had had the smart idea of installing fire escape stairs on the outside of the building.
“Open the window already!” I yelled at Dean when I heard another shot being fired through the door. They were still shooting, and I had a feeling that they weren’t going to give up until they got in. Or ran out of bullets. And I was really hoping that it was the second.
“I’m trying, it won’t- Never mind… After you.” He held the window open so it didn’t fall as I climbed out. I made sure not to put my hands near any sharp edges around the window.
You would think for a fire escape that these things would be a lot safer. Without waiting for him, I took off down the metal stairs. I was starting to get dizzy when I reached the last flight.
For some reason the ladder was already down, but I didn’t give it a second thought as I stepped down it. I was about to turn around to see if Dean had made it down also, but he must have been right behind me, because he grabbed my arm and continued to pull me towards the car garage.
“I think it’d be better if we stuck together. And as much as I don’t want to leave my car here… I think leaving yours here would be worse.” He spoke quickly as he started to run.
I nodded, realized that he couldn’t see me because he was in front of me, but it didn’t matter. I was trying to keep up with his long strides as I shoved my hands into the side pocket of my duffle bag and pulled out my keys.
I was going to unlock my car that way it would be easier to just hop it and make a getaway, but decided it would be better to wait until it was in site. My luck, one of the guys would be there and would hide in the backseat like in the movies.
The two of us continued to run up the stairs to the second level of the car garage, and finally my car was in site. I switched my keys to my other hand, and put my hand back into my bag, leaving it there.
Finally, he let go of my arm and ran around to the passenger side, pushing me towards the drivers. I was about to unlock the car door, when I saw someone standing in my way.
He was maybe seven years older than me, had on a completely black outfit, blonde hair with a beard, and I could see multiple scars around his face and arms. I didn’t know who he was, but he definitely didn’t look like someone to be messed with.
“Excuse me. I need to get to my car.” I said simply as I tried to move around him.
“Nah, I think we can do what we need to here.” The man spoke. Dean must have realized what was going on because he started to move around towards me, “Ahahaha, you stay there. Unless you want me to shoot her right here and right now.” He produced gun almost out of thin air from behind him.
Though, I figured it was probably in the waist band of his jeans. That was all the encouragement I needed though, I pulled my hand that was in my duffle bag, out and aimed my own gun at him. “Well you’re not the only one with one of those here.”
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