Let Me Call You Mine

Untitled Part 10

This is the exact thing I was avoiding ever since I quit the resistance.

I grunt against the weight of the mans' foot on my back, lips twitching in distaste as I craned my neck to spit blood.

This exact thing.

A good couple of minutes has past and inevitably of course, the last ten minutes or so has consisted of some slapping, a couple of hair pulling and gun threatening here and there.

Honestly I'm just surprised that they haven't killed us yet since I'm pretty sure that's what they're here for.

To take out the rats in the society.

Back then, I would've lost all my hair over this matter and over the fact that Cal is out in the open.

More so in danger.

Because as the leader of the resistance, he's a vital member and we tend to try and keep him low and hidden at all times for safety purposes.

I craned my neck to look at said man- the same man I wouldn't mind strangling once we're out of here. He's battered and bruised all over, left eye starting to swell up and his lower lip is bleeding. He's clutching his lower abdomen and he probably broke a rib or so but other than that he seems fine.

Nothing too serious for me to start actually panicking.

What makes me feel uneasy though, is the look he has on right now.

Eyes staring at the distant, stern but focused and eyebrows knitted into a deep scowl.

If I didn't knew any better, he's probably thinking of a way out of here- which don't get me wrong is a good thing since he has the IQ of a fucking genius.

What worries me is that given our current situation, with armed men surrounding us, in order for either of us to be able to move or at least get up, is to fight.

And if there's one thing you should know about Cal.

He is not a fighter.

At all.

I glared at him even though he's probably too deep in thought to notice how I'm practically gauging my eyes out. He's literally three steps away.

If I could just-

He straightens up.

It happens so fast. That in a blink of an eye everything just dissolves into chaos. A heavy weight pins me to the ground to stop me from doing anything to contribute to the damage so I was left to watch in horror as Cal stands up- in the fucking middle, and runs.

Not towards the exit though like he should've.

No- fucking idiot, run towards the damn exit.

He runs to me. More specifically speaking, to the guy who was pinning me down.

"What the hell are you even- Cal! No!" A gunshot pierces through the air making me flinch away from the sound, ears ringing.

Something washes over me like a cold blanket, numb and unforgiving- an unpleasant feeling simmering at the bottom of my stomach like dead weight. It's suddenly hard to breathe.

No. No, no, no, not here, not right now.

I forced my eyes open, swallowing down the panic, the fear and numbness because I can't- it won't take over again.

A thud pulls me out of my thoughts.

Dull and heavy.

The air gets caught in my throat at the sight of Cal on the floor, unmoving.