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"Is that them?" Kie asked, panic evident in her tone.
"No." JJ groaned, his head leaning back.
"Is that them?" She asked again.
"This is suboptimal." Pope huffed.
The blonde walked over by the door of the office, ranting. "Look, I told you Chayse. Why does it always—"
I cut him off by grabbing the front of his shirt, averting his focus towards me instead of the supposed death compass. "Look at me, JJ, where's the gun?"
"Gun? I, uh, I can't—"
"Now you don't have the gun, the one fucking time we need the gun?" The brunette girl practically cried from behind me.
"It was in my backpack and then I—"
"Backpack— on the porch."
"It's on the porch." We both concluded, rambling over each other.
"Go, go." I said quietly, JJ rushing out of the room in hopes of retrieving the gun in time.
Not even ten seconds later, we hear one of the guys yell "Chayse Miller!" at the top of his lungs, his fist pounding on the front door.
Kie whimpered as JJ stumbled back into the room, his eyes shot wide again.
"Come on out now!" The man continued to yell about the location of the compass and the necklace.
"Where's the gun?" I looked at the boy in front of me, my hands gripping at my hair.
His voice dropped to a whisper as he looked at me, fear pulsing in everyone's veins. "They're on the front porch, I-I couldn't—"
"Get out here!"
"Miller! Where the fuck are you?"A different, yet equally as a bone-rattling voice shouted, the two of them starting to tear the house apart.
"We've gotta get out of here." Kie panicked, Pope running his hands over his face. "Window, window!"
The boys ran over to the window and tried to pull it open while I pushed against the door, whispering little affirmations to myself over and over again. I listened to the men throwing stuff around and yelling phrases angrily while I watched the guys try and pry the window open.
