Little White Lies || Cricky [C]

38 | Screwdriver

Ricky's POV

Chris helped me to my feet. He kissed the top of my head. "Come on. We gotta go."

"Everything hurts." I told him.

"I know. We're gonna go home and get you some help. We gotta get outta here first."

"We need clothes."

"Fuck." He sighed. "Hand me that sheet you had."

I grabbed it from where it was on the floor and he kinda wrapped it around me and tied a knot.

"There."

"What about you?" I asked.

"Uhh..." He looked around, his eyes landing on the body on the floor.

"Ew." I said.

"It's all we got." He spoke, his voice dripping with disgust.

He let go of me and walked over to the body. I watched as he struggled a little, eventually getting the man's pants off. He pulled them on and looked down.

"It'll do until we can get home."

He picked the gun up from where he placed it on the floor.

"Hey, wouldn't someone have heard the shots?" I asked.

"Yes. But they won't worry right away. They probably assume he fired the shots so we have some time."

I nodded. He took my hand and led me out of the room. He looked around the hall, closing his eyes for a moment. 

"Left." He mumbled.

"Huh?"

"We gotta go left. If I remember correctly, down this way is an emergency exit."

I nodded.

We started walking as quickly as possible. Chris was looking around us constantly, making sure that no one was near us. 

He suddenly pulled me into a room to the side and held his hand over my mouuth. "Shh."

He closed the door to the room, leaning up against it. He held his finger up to his lips. 

A few seconds passed and I heard footsteps go by the room. Chris waited a few more seconds before looking at me. He opened the door on a crack and looked out. "Come on."

I followed him down the hall, taking a few more turns. It felt like it took forever but we were finally standing in front of a door. He held the gun up and pushed the door open. 

"Fuck." I heard  him say.

He held his hand up to me, as if he was telling me to stop.

He spun around and looked behind me. I watched his eyes widen. 

I glanced over my shoulder.  There was a line of people holding guns. When the fuck did they get there? 

He pushed the door open a little and I saw outside. There were more of them. We were surrounded. 

How did that heppen? We were quiet. I don't understand,

I just wana go home.

One of the ones behind us spoke up. "Drop the gun."

Chris looked around again. 

"Now. We have orders to kill you both if you don't comply."

Chris sighed and let go of the gun. It hit the ground loudly, the sound echoing through the halls.