Chapter 33. Taking You With Me

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Taytum's POV


He smiles wickedly at me and hangs the phone up.

"Gentry!" I squeal and jump into his arms, dropping my phone.

He laughs. "Damn, babe. Now I'm going to have to buy you a new phone." I smash my lips to his tangling my fingers into his hair. He walks into the house, holding me and kicking the door shut. When I finally break the kiss, I giggle at his new look.

"Your hair is blond," I murmur.

"It is," He chuckles.

"Your eyes are blue," I chuckle. "What if someone recognizes you?"

"I have a hat in my car," He shrugs. "I'm not really planning on staying too long, though."

My bottom lip juts out in a pout, and he laughs. "How come?"

"Well, Caleb has Gia at the moment. So I only have the weekend," He explains. He sets me down and grabs my phone. My screen is shattered.

"Oops," I murmur.

"Damn, no more surprise visits for you if you're going to break shit," He chuckles. "Think your aunt is going to care if I'm here?"

"She'll be gone all weekend," I tell him.

"Sweet," He smirks. He suddenly grabs me and throws me over his shoulder.

"Gentry!" I squeal and burst into a fit of giggles as he carries me up the stairs. Once in my room, he throws me down on my bed. He lowers himself between my legs. My arms wrap around his neck impatiently, and I bring his lips crashing down onto mine. My stomach bursts into butterflies. His hand trails under my shirt. He grabs one of my breasts and massages it.

A moan escapes me as his tongues massages mine. His hand trails back down to my waist. His hand slides beneath my shorts and panties. His finger starts rubbing my clit in slow circles. I stop him and stare at him for a moment. "What's wrong?" He asks.

"I-I have to tell you something-" I start, but his phone rings interrupting us. He looks at the caller ID. "Answer it," I mumble I can see the contact is coming up as Mike.

"Hello?" Gentry answers. Gentry is so close to me that I can hear Mike through the phone.

"Where are you?" Mike asks. His voice sounding slightly panicked.

"I'm at Taytum's," Gentry answers knitting his eyebrows together. Worry colors Gentry's tone and expression.

"You two have to get the fuck out of there," Mike booms.

"W-what?" Gentry kneels up between my legs and looks around. I stare up at him in confusion. Now that he is farther away, I can't make out what Mike says. Gentry hangs the phone up at the same time the power in my house cuts out.

"G-Gentry," I start but stop at his horrified expression. He grabs my arm and pulls me from the bed, pulling me toward the window. He throws the window open.

"You need to jump. Get the fuck out of here. Go find help," He whispers.

"I-I can't jump," I stutter, looking down at the ground nervously.

Gentry spins me around, grabbing my arms and pulling me into his chest. "You have to fucking get out of here. He is here," Gentry whisper shouts at me.

"I can't!" I whisper shout back.

"Why? It's not that far of a jump. You'll be okay, baby, but-" I cut him off.

"I'm pregnant!" I growl.

His jaw drops, but he is quickly torn away from the moment when my door bursts open. A man with brown hair that is slowly turning grey and green eyes is standing in the doorframe. My heart thuds against my ribs. The man is holding a pistol. Gentry stands protectively in front of me.

"Well, well, got a little girlfriend, huh?" He sneers. "Does she know what a naughty little shit you are, though?"

"Leave her out of it," Gentry growls. "She has nothing to do with it. You wanted me. You got me."

The man throws his head back and laughs. "My guess is the little bitch knows too much. You should have left your mother's death alone. That stupid bitch deserved to die. She isn't going to live right along with you and your sister! Say hi to your mother for me," The man growls as he lifts the gun. I've never heard something so evil in my life. 

"You can say hi to her your fucking self mother fucker. If I go, I'm taking your worthless ass with me," Gentry sneers. Gentry runs toward the gun. A blood-curdling scream escapes me as the gun goes off. Gentry manages to push him out of my room into the hallway. I run after them, and they're struggling with the gun—more shots fire.

Gentry punches his dad in the mouth. His dad punches him in the eye. The gun falls to the floor. "Run, Tay!" Gentry growls before his dad's fist, collides with his nose. His dad shoves him against the wall. That is when I realize Gentry's shirt is covered in blood in his lower abdomen. I throw my hands over my mouth.

Gentry's face is becoming pale and doesn't look like he can put up much more of a fight. He throws another punch at his father. His dad falls to the floor. Gentry falls to the floor, crawling for the gun.

He grabs it and spins around. His father comes at him again, but the gun goes off. His father drops to the floor beside him with a bullet hole in his head. My legs are too heavy to move. Gentry falls back onto the floor. As the panic subsides, I run over to him, getting down beside him.

Gentry's eyes are shut I pull his head into my lap as tears stream down my cheeks. "Gentry," I plead. "Wake up, babe." He doesn't respond; I dart into my bedroom and grab Gentry's phone. After calling 911, I run back into the hallway. I explain to the operator what happened, and she tells me to stay on the phone with her.

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