Hiding (Discontinued)

Chapter 9: (I need Ideas for chapters)

Luke's P.O.V.

I went through the house to see what we had. We had everything that you would normally have in a house. We had enough food for maybe about a year, 2 full full things of detergent, 6 full bottles of body wash, shampoo, and conditioner, 3 bottles of dish soap, and 3 things of toothpaste. I went in the kitchen and looked out the window. It was pretty dark outside. I let out a big yawn. I look at the clock on the microwave. 2:28. We should probably get some sleep. It's been about an hour since we got here. I go into the living room to see Layla still passed out. I start to get worried for a second, so I check her pulse. Still there, thankfully. I lift her head up and remove my hoodie from her head to see if it's still bleeding. I didn't see anything, but I put my hand there to check. It stopped bleeding. But I should just wrap it up just in case. I check the bathroom and find some ace bandages. I go back to the living room and put the bandage around her head, pick her up, go upstairs, into the extra bedroom and then I lay her down on the bed. I see her bag in the corner of the room. I open it and take the picture out. The glass is shattered, but the picture itself isn't ruined. I carefully take the picture out. I look closely at the picture. From what i'm guessing, her mom is on the left, dad on the right, and she's in the middle. I folded the right side of the picture just enough so it looks like it's only her and her mom. I set it on the nightstand next to the bed. In the other corner of the room, there was a chair. I'm gonna sit there until she wakes up so she won't freak out. But first, I checked the other rooms, the ones that me and Emily would stay in. I opened one of the doors to see Emily sprawled out on the bed. It sounded like she was mumbling something in her sleep. I closed the door and opened the other door. My room. Nothing in here changed, luckily. I still had my bag in the corner. I picked it up and set it on my bed, then I opened it. It had mostly clothes in it. It had a few other things in it, too. Like a comb, toothbrush, stuff like that. I went back downstairs to shut all the lights off. I'm still surprised that there's still electricity and running water. I went back to Layla's room. I sat down and in the chair, trying not to fall asleep. I think a fell asleep a few times though. I was sitting in the chair, about to fall asleep. But then I quickly get get up because she starts breathing heavily. I sit next to her on the the bed and shake her lightly. She opened her eyes quickly, her eyes darting around the room. Then her eyes land on me. Her breathing slows a little bit. She sits up a little bit, but immediately holds her head.

"Uh, stay here." I quickly rush to the bathroom. I grab a rag, put it under some warm water, ring it out, then I run downstairs to grab a bottle of water and I run back to the room to see her laying down, holding her head. I kneel down next to the bed and place the rag on her head (This is what i do when I have a headache) She sets her hand down in front of her and she looks at me. She looks around the room a little bit.

"Where are we?" Her voice is a little hoarse. I open the bottle of water and hand it to her. She some of it, then sets it down on the nightstand. "Where are we?" She asks again.

"Were in our parents cabin. Your safe, your okay." I assured her. "Emily is asleep in the other room." She stares at me for a little bit.

"You should get some sleep." She must've noticed the bags under my eyes.

"But, what about you?"

"Luke, I'll be fine. What time is it anyway?" I look at my watch. (pretend he had it😁) 3:30 am.

"Late. Well, I'm gonna try to get some rest. Goodnight." She lays back down with the rag still on her head. I head back to my room. I don't even turn the light on. I just jump in bed and immediately fall asleep.

Layla's P.O.V. 

Luke walks out of the room. I'm about to turn the lamp off and go back to sleep, but i see a picture next to it. It was the picture I had brought with me, guessing that the frame broke. I noticed that it was folded a little bit. I unfolded it, and it was the part of the picture with my dad. I put the picture back the way it was when I found it. Folded and on the nightstand. I took another drink of water then I shut the light off. I lay still for a bit, then I fall asleep, wondering what's going to happen in the future.

~Time Skip~

I woke up to feel warmth on my face. I open my eyes, closing them instantly. The sun is shining right in my face, even though it's a small window and the sun is starting to rise. I sit up in the bed, feeling a little dizzy. I slowly get out of bed and walk to the door. I open it and look to left right, then to the left. I see two other doors. One across the hallway and one next to mine. I go across the hall and open the door slowly. I see Emily sprawled out on the bed, slightly covered with the blankets and snoring a little bit. I quietly closed the door and opened the one that was next to mine. I see Luke passed out on the bed and I could see slight bags under his eyes. He hardly even slept. I closed the door quietly and walked towards the stairs. The pain in my legs is starting to get better, but they still hurt a little bit. But my chest still hurts. It's been a few days since it happened. I slowly walk down the stairs I look around and see a living area and a kitchen with a small hallway. I tiptoe into the hallway and open the first door. A laundry room. I open the second door and luckily it's a bathroom. I walk in and close the door. I close it a little to loud, so I hope I didn't wake them up. I take off my sweater so the only thing covering my chest is the bandage. There's a small spot of blood where the hole would be. I look under the sink and see some bandages under there and I grab them. I unwrap the bandage from my chest and see the hole bleeding a little bit. I grab a cloth and hold it up to the hole in my chest and put pressure on it. I hurts like hell. I pull the cloth away from it to see some blood on it. I look around the bathroom and find a few things to clean the wound. I have the bandage, two cloths, one so I can bite into it so I don't yell in pain to loudly, the other to put on the whole, and some hydrogen peroxide (imma just call it cleaner) to clean the wound.  I put one of the cloths in my mouth, then I open the bottle of cleaner and poor it onto the wound. It fucking hurts like hell. I bite down hard onto the cloth, slightly yelling. I set the bottle down and grab the other cloth i push onto the wound, which makes it hurt even more. I accidentally drop the cloth from my mouth and cry out in pain. Shit! They probably heard that. I hear slow steps on the stairs. I drop the rag and it fall on the floor. I put my shaky hands on the counter of the sink. I move my one of my hands to turn on the sink, but i knock over the bottle of cleaner onto the floor and onto the cloth. I notice that my wound is starting to bleed a little more. I grab another rag, press it against the wound, and quickly wrapped the bandage around my chest. I walk over to where my sweater was, only to slip and start to fall.I cry out in pain again. Luckily I grab onto the counter in time. I look at the floor to see that the cleaner, along with some of my blood from the rag, is leaking out into the hallway. I hear the footsteps get louder. I hear the door swing open.

"Are you okay!?" I look at the door to see Emily standing there. I nod my head as I try pulling my self up, but almost fall. I fucking hurts so much! Next thing I know, Emily is helping me up, careful not to fall herself. She slowly brings me to the living area and helps me to the couch. She goes back into the bathroom and comes back with my sweater. She looks worried. I pull my sweater over my head. Emily sits next to me. "What were you trying to do?" I explain to her what happened. "You should've woken me up and asked for help. We don't want you to get hurt."

"Why, though? I'm pretty much the reason you guys are here and don't have a house anymore. It's my fault that-"

She quickly wraps her arms her arms around me. "Nothing is your fault, okay? It's not your fault that Luke is caring to strangers and helped you. But i'm glad he did help, because we met you. But don't think for one second that it's your fault, okay?" I try to hold back the tears. I hug her back. "Now, you stay here, okay. Were gonna have to wait for Luke to wake up so he can make breakfast because i'm not very good at it." I nod my head, closing  my eyes because i'm still a little tired.

1754 words. I couldn't think of a good ending for this chapter. I hope to post the next chapter at least sometime next week. That's all for now, bye!