Reforget [h.s]

Two

Olivia Harding

One month after my graduation, my uncle and I got robbed.

Jake had already moved out and into an apartment with Harry. For the first time in my life, he wasn't there to protect me. My uncle had already gone to bed for the night. It was around nine and it was pitch black outside. I was watching Netflix in my room when I heard a crash coming from the back of the house.

After the crash, I stopped breathing entirely and I tried to keep as quiet as possible, so I turned off my tv and listened closely to my surroundings. I had never been in a situation like this before, but I wasn't naive, i've seen movies. I jumped up and quietly got into my closet. I had a shit ton of clothes, so I hid behind them barricading myself and texted Jake.

Olivia: I think someone just broke into the house! I am in my closet.

A few moments later I received a text from my brother.

Jake: Are you sure? Where is uncle James? Have you called the police?

As I was typing a reply, I realized that I hadn't called the police. I switched to my calling app and began to dial 9-1-1 but I got another incoming text message from Jake.

Jake: Stay there. I am on my way. Whatever you do, do not move from that spot, and don't call the police.

I shoved my phone back into my pocket and patiently waited. I wondered why he didn't want me to contact the police. Adrenaline rushed through my veins as I listened to my surroundings. I heard muffled voices from down the hall. It sounded like two men yelling back and forth at each other. I wondered if my uncle was safe. I took a minute to pray for him, hoping he was hiding in a safe spot as well. I also prayed that my brother would be here any minute.

My heart started to pound even louder when I heard footsteps walking down the hallway and basically continue to beat out of my chest when they stopped at my door. It creaked open for a brief minute and then shut again.

"She isn't here," a scruffy voice spoke through the darkness.

Was the 'she' they were talking about, me?
What did they want with me?

"What do we do with him?" I heard a loud thud that sounded like a body being thrown on the floor.

"She is probably with her convict of a brother. Leave him, he is no use to us."

My throat felt like it was swelling up at this conversation. I had never been more confused in my life. I tried to stay as focused on being quiet until I heard our front door basically being beaten down. I closed my lips and began to slowly breath in and out through my nose, trying to stay as calm as possible.

To my surprise, I jumped when I heard gun shots. My breath hitched in my throat as I pushed myself further into my wall covering my ears with my sweaty palms and screwing my eyes shut. I just wanted to be out of here. I wiped the moisture off of my cheeks and realized I had been crying.

After the yelling and gunshots stopped, my closet door yanked itself open. My eyes widened to the figure standing in front of me with a gun in his hand. He was in all black, black v-neck shirt and black skinny jeans. His almost shoulder length hair was pushed back by a dark colored bandana.

"Harry?" I choked out.

His expression softened once he made contact with me through my pile of clothes. He took a small step forward, held out his hand and helped me stand up.

We stood for a minute just staring at each other. I realized I hadn't seen Harry in a while, since my graduation to be exact. His green eyes seemed to gaze down at me with lust and a hint of panic, but only for a moment until we were interrupted.

"Harry, let's go!" I heard my brother call from down the hall. Harry snapped his head in the direction of the voice and grabbed my hand. I latched myself onto Harry as he led me down the hall under his arm.

As we approached my brother, I practically jumped into his arms and let out a shriek. "Jake, I was so scared. What did they want?" I could barely contain myself as the words flew out of my mouth. I am sure my voice sounded muffled by the way I had my head buried into his chest.

"We have to go, Olivia."

My face changed from crying to confused in a matter of seconds. I turned to look at Harry whose eyes were focused on our living room. As I turned my head and followed his gaze to look at the sight, Jake's hands caressed my cheek as he shielded me from it, pushing my face to look back at him. He shamefully shook his head as he stared at me with a bit of guilt in his eyes.

As he walked me to the front door, I looked back quickly while he was preoccupied and saw three bodies on the hardwood floor barely lit up by the living room lamp. I let out a gasp when I realized who the third man was. My uncle.

I followed my brother and Harry out into the front yard, stepping over the door that they had knocked down to get in.

"Get as much stuff from Olivia's room as you can and fit it into your truck. Ill see you at the apartment. Hurry," Jake demanded in Harry's direction. Harry simply nodded and headed back into the house.

"Where are we going? I don't understand," I managed to choke out softly. Jake helped me into his truck and shut the passenger door behind me without saying a word. As he walked around the front of the vehicle, the headlights lit up the gun in the waste of his jeans. Who had my brother become? Why were these men after me?

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