What happens after...

Chapter 12

WARNING:MENTIONING OF ILLEGAL SUBSTANCES ARE IN THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER.PLEASE TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF.THIS IS FICTIONAL.

I didn't feel anything.

I didn't feel the bullet piercing through my damaged skin.

In fact,it wasn't even a gunshot.

I fluttered my eyes open,seeing the two men in black on the ground,as well as a few shards from a beer bottle.

I looked over to see Mike and Scott were holding tightly the broken bottles in their hands,looking at us.

But once (Y/N) let her guard down,Ben rushed towards her,taking the gun from her hands.

And without a second thought,a gunshot was heard.

Scott hissed,falling on his knees as he clenched his arm.

"Scott!"

I found myself shouting along with her,getting immediately at his side.

"Everyone,step back or else i will shoot again."

Mike huffed,glancing outside as Fritz was holding close to his arms a very worried Jeremy.

Scott's hand was clenching his wounded arm,coating it with blood.

"God damnit Vincent,where did you get involved again."He said between his teeth,as the dark haired male gave me a glare.

Everyone was getting or will get hurt.

Because of me.

My eye turned towards the blonde male,clenching my jaw as i slowly lifted my body up.

He kept pointing the gun towards us,not a single glimpse of life in his eyes.

"Ben,let's end the whole thing here.People are getting hurt."

I glanced over to (Y/N) who was holding Scott close to her embrace,as her hand tried to stop the blood too.

"Your friend attacked first,so i am returning the favour."

"You shit-"

Mike was gripping the broken bottle in his hand,nearing close as Ben turned the gun towards him,making him stop.

Suddenly,Jeremy ran inside,hugging him from behind to hold him back."Mike please!"

The browned haired male was trembling,clinging his jacket as Mike exhaled deeply,taking a step back.

The blonde huffed,frowning before looking at me."This is getting too much.Just hand me over (Y/N) and we will be both okay."

I hesitantly looked over to her,but she was avoiding my eye contact.

I looked back at him.

"No."

"Oh?No?Then you know what that means."

He lifted the gun,but pointed it towards (Y/N).

I quickly stepped in front of her.

"I will give them all back."

He blinked,looking at me confused,as if he gave me a chance to talk.

"I have all of them inside some boxes.All the two year supply."

He chuckled,shaking his head as he took a second to think.

"Alright,bring them over and let's count the baggies.Even if one is missing,i am taking your head and (Y/N)."