✔ Run Baby Run ✖ punk hood au

xix - run baby run

g w e n:

Calum paced around his room, a mixture of emotions exuding from every inch of his body. His breathing was heavy and even though I sat at the edge of the bed watching him, I swore I could hear his heart thump against his chest. Calum punched the wall, creating a loud thud to ring in my ears and a fist sized hole to adorn the wall. I jumped at his action, feeling the anger rapidly rise with each smack of his hand against the wall and each kick of his foot against the furniture.

"Cal," I breathed.

"I-I need t-to get out of here," he stammered, fumbling around his desk till he gasped a set of keys. "I need air."

"Alright," I nodded, standing from the bed. "Can I borrow a sweater?"

Calum looked at me with a surprised expression painted on his face. His eyes narrowed in on me as he stepped right up to my feet, our chests almost touching.

"You're staying here till I get back," he dictated, his voice low, deep, and intimidating.

"No," I shook my head, "I'm coming with you. I refuse to let you go anywhere alone right now."

"Gwen, listen to me. I don't want you to come with. Stay here, go back to sleep, and I'll be back soon,"

"What if you get hurt? You're not thinking straight right now!"

"I'll be fine Gwen! I prom--"

His phone rang and our heads snapped towards the startling jingle. Calum snatched the phone off of the bedside table and slid his finger across the screen.

"Michael! Do you have more news? What went down?" Calum hastily questioned, the phone pressed up to his ear. After a couple of minutes he finally spoke again, "are you fücking kidding me? I'm gonna kill him! Hemmings is a bitch-ass coward and he's dead!"

Hemmings?

As in Luke? What does he have to do with any of this? He's harmless and a sweet kid-- at least that's what I thought. Whatever thing Calum and his friends are in, it sounded like trouble. Luke was the poster child for everything cookie cutter and I highly doubted that he'd be in cahoots with bad people.

Calum hung up his phone and stuffed it into his pocket. If he wasn't angry before, then he definitely was now. His fists were clenched and that deadly glare on his face could shoot down missiles. Calum let out a scream brimming with ire as he pounded his fist against the desk, causing the books on top to topple downwards.

"What's going on Calum? What does Luke have to do with Ashton Irwin?" I asked slowly.

Calum didn't answer me and instead hastily went to his dresser. He dropped down to his knees, pulling out the bottom drawer completely out of its hinges and setting it off to the side. Calum stuck his whole arm into the hollowness, reaching for something that was in the back. When his arm was no longer submerged, he pulled out something I was not expecting. I gasped, throwing a hand to my mouth as I marched up to the dark haired boy.

"Gwen, stay here!" Calum demanded, before I could utter a single word. He glared up at me with dark eyes.

"Why do you have a gun? What are you going to do with that? Is that what you meant about Luke being dead? Are you going to kill--"

"I'm not killing anyone!" Calum interrupted, "it's for protection. And Luke will get what's coming to him. Karma."

Calum stood up and placed the gun behind him, securing it in between his pants and skin. He went to his closet and pulled out a black hoodie, throwing it over his head.