At last | Editing

Chapter 42

In the darkness, I heard a familiar voice calling out to me. I felt someone shaking me vigorously, pleading for me to wake up and open my eyes.

I tried very hard to open my eyes but I just couldn't.

It was like something was pinning my eye sockets down forcing me to remain in the dark and never return to the light. But then I heard his voice and I felt powerful than ever giving me the strength I needed to return to the daylight.

"Naomi!"

I slowly blinked open my eyes and I found myself looking into Amarillo's dark brown eyes.

"Are you okay?" He asked as concern and worry embraced his features.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I breath heavily trying to catch my breaths. "Thanks to you." I smiled and batted my lashes which he responded with a smile that reached his ears as his eyes locked into mines.

"Well, the least I could do is be a hero to my hero." My cheeks flushed as I looked down tucking a stray piece to the back of my ear.

"Here let me help you to your feet." He wrapped his arm through mines.

"Okay." He used all of his strength to help pull me up to my feet. My eyes immediately roll around the room noticing something was different.

"Where's Corrine and Casey?" I asked, concern embracing my features.

"They had to go due something for Casey's parents," Marty says.

"What? And you guys just let them go alone?" I asked, looking at Ronald and my mom whose attention is solely on loading her bullets. Why? I don't know.

"That was the whole point of allowing them to go with each other," Ronald says.

"Really? Neither one of them can handle themselves against the danger they're facing." I say completely annoyed with Kelenna and Ronald's bad decision on sending them out there defenseless.

"They can most definitely handle themselves." Marty corrects me. "Corrine is a black belt and Casey knows how to shoot I gun."

"You gave him a gun without even making sure he knows how to use it first?" My eyes bulged and my mouth gaped in shock.

"No. Of course not." My mother stops doing what she's doing for a second and gestures to the mannequin's head with a bullet hole sitting in the middle of the floor in the kitchen.

"Oh," I mumbled relieved to know that she didn't lose her common sense.

"And besides we have bigger things to worry about than them." She says while loading the bullets into five Glock G19's. "No offense." She turns and speaks to Amarillo and Marty.

"None taken." They said.

"What's more important than innocent people safety?" I asked, concern and confusion evident in my voice, but Confusion more than ever as I knitted my eyebrows together.

"I'll fill you in on the way," she says looking to Marty and Amarillo. "Do you guys no how to use a gun?" she asks holding two of the loaded Glocks in her hands.