I woke up to something tickling my ear. I groaned and swatted whatever was trying to wake me up. I heard a loud slap and cussing and I shot up in bed, the gun I now kept under my pillow, cocked and ready before I had even woken up. Luca scrambled back with his hands above his head. I sighed.
"Why have you deemed it important to wake me up at this unholy hour?" I asked, my voice heavy with sleep. Luca just looked at me in shock, his hand cradling his cheek. I was curious now. I got up and approached him. I brushed aside his hand and slapped my hand over my mouth in horror and amusement. His cheek now sported a bright red handprint. He was still looking at me wide eyed while I tried not to laugh. I took his hand and began pulling him downstairs so that I could hand him an ice pack.
We walked into the kitchen to find all the others there, eating breakfast. They all greeted us and looked curiously at Luca, who was rubbing his cheek morosely. I got the ice pack and tossed it to him. He pressed it to his cheek and winced as it made contact. The others tried to stifle their laughter when they saw the bright red print but failed miserably.
"I'm never waking you up again." Luca grumbled as he iced his sore cheek.
"I'm sorry. I don't usually do that. It was an accident." I apologised while fighting a smile. The rest of the day was pretty uneventful. It was school and as usual consisted of only three things: study, study and finally, study. I had a splitting headache by the end of the day and after taking permission from the office, I was heading home early. Nate had decided to bunk and come with me. We were walking to my car and I was walking backwards and dodged the eraser Nate threw at me for being an idiot when there was a loud bang and Nate screamed in pain. I grabbed the gun tucked into my jeans in case of emergencies since last time and shot the sniper who was sitting on top of the opposite building. I fell to my knees beside Nate as a red stain blossomed in the middle of his stomach. I fumbled with my phone and called 911 as tears fell down my cheeks.
"Nate, please don't close your eyes. Please, Nate. The medics will be here any moment. Please, Nate. Don't you dare die." I chanted over and over as I crouched beside him and shrugged off my sweater and pressed it to his wound, trying to staunch the bleeding. He winced and gave me a wan smile.
"Maybe it is my time to go. Don't cry, cupcake. Everything happens for a reason. I'm happy that you are fine." He replied, his breathing laboured.
"Don't waste your energy and don't talk like that. You will be fine. You just need to hold on." I said as I heard the telltale sound of an approaching ambulance. The next few hours were a blur. He was wheeled into surgery as soon as we reached the hospital. I sat in the waiting room, staring at the opposite wall. The tears were long gone and all that remained was guilt and anger. Guilt because I knew that the sniper was aiming for me and anger because no one harms my friends and family and gets away with it. No one. My brothers had arrived a couple of hours ago with Nate's parents and the atmosphere was tense as we waited. They had assured me that it was not my fault and that I was not being blamed by anyone. Nate's mom had given me a sad smile. The doctor came in at that moment.
"Nathan Williams?" He asked and all of us stood up.
"He's stable but he is in a coma. There is only 60% chance of him waking up. If he does not wake up in the next 3 months, we will pull the machine so that he can pass away peacefully." The doctor said in a monotone as he flipped through the sheets attached to his clipboard. Nate's parents sank into the waiting chairs, his father's face white and haggard and his mother, sobbing her heart out. Inexplicable anger rose in me. No one hurts my family. I got up abruptly and stormed out. My brothers followed me and we headed home. I kept quiet as we rode back and they didn't break the silence either. How can a day that started so beautifully, end in such a way.
When we reached home, I pushed past the others and trudged to my room. I flopped into the bed and trained my gaze on the ceiling, anger coursing through my veins. This is my fault. I had to fix this. Even if the last thing I did. I hauled myself off the bed and drew the chair up to the study table and logged onto my laptop. This was going to be long night. I hacked into the security cameras and observed the pattern. The guards did a perimeter sweep on foot every 30 minutes. It gave me a five minute window to get out of the property without getting caught. I had 20 minutes till the next time I was going to get that window of opportunity. I packed a bag with a few clothes, a first aid kit, a few of my old credit cards that Victor did not control. I clicked a button and the feed to the hallway camera begin to play in a loop as I sneaked into the gym where I knew there was a collection of weapons behind the wall. I pressed the hidden spring and the door clicked open silently. I strapped 2 throwing knifes to my thighs and grabbed two gun along with a lot of ammunition. I crept back to my room silently. I had 10 more minutes before I could leave. I started writing the letters I would be leaving behind. I finished with just a minute to spare. I grabbed my laptop and all the other things I would need and crept to the window after stowing it away in the bag. I rocked back and forth and then jumped onto the branch of the tree in front of my room. I shimmied down the tree and set off in a sprint across the lawn. And before anyone realised it, I was gone.
Third Person POV
To say that Elijah was surprised when he found his sister's bed not slept in would be an understatement. He freaked out and started yelling for the others to get up and that their sister was missing. They shot out of the bed before anyone could even say "Chocolate is Amazing." It was utter pandemonium till they found the letters. On reading the respective letter, Victor stormed out in rage while Elijah and Roman sank down, their legs buckling. Alex and Luca were pacing furiously. Lorenzo arrived a few minutes later and on reading his letter his expression was devastated and heartbroken. In such a short time the girl had managed to capture the hearts of the most ruthless and stone hearted men in the world. Now she might never come back.
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