Bruises ~ Jiara // obx

20 - The gold

John B POV

"Hey!" A voice filled with anger sounded and I spun around instantly, fear filling my insides. Uncle M stood before us, a gun aimed straight for my chest clutched in his hands. Damn it.

"DON'T MOVE, EITHER OF YOU!" He screamed, kicking the trap door to a close forcefully and flicking the gun between myself and Pope. I risked a glance sideways to see Pope's face riddled with anxiety, his eyes glassy and wide.

"Now follow me, back this way." He ordered, motioning towards the door we had come from. However I found myself frozen; paralysed with fear and confusion. Why does everyone always end up turning on us?

"W.. where's Sarah?" I risked asking the question because I needed to know if she was ok. He furrowed his eyebrows before a look crossed his face; a look that told me he wasn't too sure himself.

"MOVE IT!" His voice echoed down the long corridor as he ignored my question, laced with intense fury. I found my chest had tightened significantly as I attempted to draw a breath, and my head was spinning. Fast. Hesitantly, I walked out whilst holding my hands up, risking a glance back to where JJ had disappeared down the hole. Did he even know he was down there?

"I'll deal with him later." Uncle M muttered as if reading my mind, and I gulped, praying that he would be ok. I mean, he is JJ – survival instincts of a cockroach.

Silence filled the cave corridor as we were marched along, with the occasional gun pressed to the back which sent shivers down my spine. My mind was swarmed with confusion; he was the one who literally performed surgery on my last gun shot wound, and now he was prepared to give me another?

He slammed the door shut as we got back into the main room from the party last night, beer cans still strewn across the floor. So much had happened since then.

"Go and sit over there, and don't move until I get back, unless you want your brains blown out, got me?" He threatened, as myself and Pope exchanged a quick glance.

"I SAID GOT ME?" He raised his voice as well as the gun, and I gulped whilst nodding.

"Yes sir." Pope mumbled, almost inaudible. His intense gaze raked over us for a second, before he sighed and walked out, once again locking the door behind him. Apart from this time, there was only 2 of us. And we were in much deeper shit than before. Pope let out a deep breath and punched the floor.

"Damn it. Damn it. Damn it." He whispered furiously, hugging his knees to his chest.

"Dude, we are fucked..." I voiced the only conclusion I had come to.

"Tell me about it. We are always fucked." He replied, his tone dull. My mind swirled as I replayed the events of the past week in my mind, attempting to pinpoint where it had all gone wrong. First the shot, then it seemed we had been rescued. We all gave ourselves a while to process the situation, then we had the party and the girls disappeared. Now Uncle M is being dodgy about their whereabouts, and ... all of a sudden something clicked in my brain. The gold.

"The gold." I said suddenly, turning to face Pope as he furrowed his brows in confusion. Quite honestly, I had almost forgotten about it in all of this.

"What about it?" He asked, looking at me as though he was attempting to read my thoughts.

"The people who shot at us must've wanted the gold, right? Why else would you randomly chase teenagers down and then shoot one? Uncle M – he doesn't sound too different to Ward, almost as if he's like competing with him. Not to mention that they're brothers; we have no idea what's really going on. We can't trust anyone Pope! Everyone's just after the gold, which is probably why Sarah and Kiara are missing. Someone's got to them, and we need to find them. Now." I announced, standing up and getting a good look around the room. My eyes suddenly landed on a rather large chair, which I'm sure could smash a window with ease. Pope's gaze followed mine and he shook his head.