Malevolent || h.s

Chapter 19.

"Wake up Arya we have to go, we have to go now." The sound of Harry's voice traveled through the dimly lit room. His breathing is harsh and he seems to be panicking. I quickly jump off the bed and rub the sleep out of my eyes.

"What's going on Harry?" I ask watching as he peeks out of the curtains into the dark parking lot.

The sound of a gun going off fills the air and my blood runs cold. Harry looks at me then back at the window looking out.

"Listen I don't have time to explain, I think they have found us we need to leave now." He says still looking out of the window.

"Ok" I say, my voice cracking.

"When I say 'now' you are to follow me and not say one word until we get to the car do you understand me?" He says loading the gun and turning to look at me.

"Y-Yes." I mutter looking at him.

He opens the door and peeks his head out with his gun held by his side. He looks back at me and then nods "now". I quickly follow behind him as we run to the car.

The sound of bullets hitting metal is all I can hear and men yelling. I follow Harry and duck behind the side of the car and he opens my door for me. Within a matter of seconds he's on the drivers side sliding in. He starts up the car and quickly backs up, he puts the car in drive and we quickly drive out of the parking lot. The sound of bullets hit the car and Harry's heavy breathing is all I can hear as I close my eyes and pray we make it out safely.

The sound of glass breaking startles me and I duck down and cover my head, trying to avoid the bullets and glass. I dust the glass off of me and look over at Harry who seems to be worried.

"Are you ok?" He asks looking at me with fear in his eyes. His eyes scanning my body for any wounds, even though it was dark with only the headlights and radio to light our faces up. I look down at my body and I'm able to make out that there is no blood anywhere. I let out the breath I was holding, relieved that I am not bleeding, and look over at Harry.

"Yeah I'm fine." I say still trying to calm myself down from what had just happened.

I hear Harry let out a big breath as we speed down the road and away from the motel. I look over and see that we are going well over 100mph down a dark icy road. I feel slightly alarmed but I am distracted by the brutal cold air that is coming from my broken window.

But then I notice something strange, a feeling of warmth spreading  down my right arm and I began to panic. That's not suppose to happen, I feel my arm began to hurt and I panic further. Dear God no please no, I think I have been shot.

"Uhh Harry." I say trying to sound casual, as my right arm lays throbbing in my lap and a slight sharp pain starts to shoot through it.

"Yeah." He's says still speeding down the road.

"I think I have been shot." I say, scared of what his reaction will be.

He suddenly slams on his breaks causing me to  slam forward and cuss under my breath.

"What did you just say?" He said sounding panicked.

"Harry I think I have been shot, blood is running down my arm, and it hurts really bad." I say trying to be calm, but at this point I wanted to scream. The shock was wearing off and I could began to feel every once of pain. Every nerve that was damaged, everything.

"Fuck ok hold on." he says turning the car light on and examing my wound.

"We need to get you to a hospital now." He says shifting the car into drive and turning on the road that claimed to be a small town named 'Mansfield' in the next four miles.