"No!"
I step to the side and away from him. "No you can't." He reaches for me and I take a step back. "I won't let you."
"What're you going to do?" he questions, looking me up and down.
He was obviously a lot stronger than I was, so I wouldn't be able to fight him in hand to hand combat, at least not without a weapon of some sort. I clench my jaw and glare at the boy of my affections, who just looks down at me. My arms straighten at my sides. I feel something hard and almost rectangular in my pocket. My pocket knife! I quickly remember putting my knife in my pocket in case of emergency earlier. I slowly reach into my pocket, my fingers wrapping around the smooth handle, and take a deep breath.
"I don't want to hurt you Max." I tell him. He chuckles and brushes a stray piece of hair out of my face.
"You wouldn't hurt me." He tells me with confidence, a fond smile on his face.
I shake my head, trying to keep my resolve. I don't want to hurt him, but he was wrong. When it comes down to a guy or my brother, I will always choose my brother.
I pull the knife fully out of my pocket. Flicking out the blade, I look up at Max.
"I'm sorry." He looks at me confused. Quickly, I move my hand holding the knife across my chest and swing back, slicing his arm and a small piece of his chest.He makes a sound of pain and surprise, stepping back.
Pushing past him, I slip past the bedroom door and race through the hallway. I slip on my socks multiple times, cursing the slippery floor. I hear Max groan in pain as I reach the stairs. The sound makes my heart clench with guilt and it takes all my self control to remember that Cole is in danger, I I have to help him first.
My feet make loud thuds as I rush door the dark brown stairs, my hand gripping the rail. I hear the sound of Max's boots making contact with the hall floors as I grow only a few steps away from the bottom floor.
"Y/n! Baby, just come back!" I hear the muscular male call to me as I step unto the rug by our door. "I'm not mad!" I hear him try to assure me as I make the split-second decision to run to the back door in an attempt to put more space between us.
Samuel's blood still stains our living room carpet, but his body is no where to be seen. One of the cop's body is there, the one Max killed. I try to ignore the twist in my stomach as I pass both. My throat burning as if I might vomit. I manage to get control of myself by the time I pass by Allison's passed out form and push the kitchen's swinging door. I know I've succeeded in my goal of distance when I hear the back door close behind my and not open until I reach our garage door.
Tearing the door open, I slip inside and close it as quietly as possible. Stepping backwards I almost trip over the leg of Samuel's corpse. I let out a loud yelp of surprise when suddenly a clammy hand covers my mouth. I start to scream and the person start to shush me. I immediately stop crying. Not because I'm afraid, because I know the voice. Cole.
I relax and yank his hand off of my mouth. Spinning around I immediately look him over before I bombard him with questions.
"Are you ok? Are you hurt? Are you bleeding? Any broken bones?" I shoot question after question at his smaller figure.
"Yes, no, no, and no." he answers quickly.
I breath a sigh of relief. "Where's Max?" I look at Cole as he asks the question fear in his eyes and feel a pang go through my chest. "H-He- I lost him." I tell my dirty blonde brother. Probably in more ways than one. I want to add, but remember who I'm talking to and what's going on.
"Ok good." He nods his head, "Oh! Look!" He adds and holds up a huge firework. and I realize it's the one dad couldn't light off last fourth of July because mom told him it was too dangerous. "Cole, no." Those were the only two words I could muster. What did he plan to do with it?! Blow up the house?!? Which is exactly what I ask him.
Seeing the look on my face he quickly stutters out an explanation. "Don't worry, it's only encase an emergency!" It tell him alright, but I still squint at him, almost in warning.
We quickly grab a drill, bug spray, a hammer, and decide we are prepared. (I personally felt Cole should have grabbed more than the drill, bug spray, and firework in the movie.)
I open the door just a sliver and look outside, scanning to see if any of them are out there. Seeing that none of them are near I slip out the door, motioning for the prepubescent boy to follow me. Together we walk close to the wall making sure to duck out of sight when we pass a window. I wince hearing Max call Cole's name in a taunting tone.
We make it to the crawl space unseen. Cole jumps down into the shallow hole in front of the wire covering and starts taking out the screws with the drill. I can hear Max call for Cole again as I sit outside of the hole, covering Cole with my shadow.
As Cole is climbing in I hear someone reaching the corner. "Cole get in and close the door now!" I whisper yell. He goes to argue, but I cut him off with the promise that I will be ok. He reluctantly closes it and starts crawling to a hiding spot. Meanwhile, I stand up and start running away from the wall, catching Sonya's eye as she turns the corner. "There you are." is all I hear her say before she's running after me.
I move my arms faster in order to gain speed (this actually works btw), but feel it isn't enough as she starts to gain on me. How the hell can she run that fast in heels?!? The question leaves my mind though when I catch sight of the knife swinging by her side while clutched in her manicured hand.
I turn back to look at her once more and suddenly I'm headed straight for the ground. My foot caught on the root of a tree in our backyard. Sonya doesn't waist time. In a matter of seconds she's pounced and pinned me to the ground. It would've looked more like an intimate situation if it weren't for the knife she had resting on my neck. She grins down at me. Her smile sending chills down my spine.
"How would you like to die?" she asks me, the smile cemented on her face. "Fast and painless," she slides the blade lightly on the curve of my cheek. "or slow and full of agony?" I try to stutter out an answer, but my words are lodged unmoving in my suddenly dry throat. Had it been Bee or Max or even Allison, I might be able to get out of this, but it wasn't any of them. This was Sonya. She didn't care about my life, she didn't care who I was to others, because to her I was just prey.
I feel a tear slide down my cheek at the realization that I was going to die. I wouldn't know if Cole makes it, if mom and dad get here in time with more police, if Max ever really cared. I can't help but hate myself when I wonder about Max. Of all the things to worry about, I worry that Max was only faking the affection he gave me. I have loved that boy for years and when do I finally get a chance with him? When he's trying to fucking murder my little brother.
I close my eyes, guilty that those would be my last thoughts as Sonya raises her blade, preparing to plunge it into my throat. I brace to the impact squeezing my eyes shut tighter, but it doesn't come.
I open my eyes in confusion and thought I would die of shock. Max stood next to the two of us using one hand to hold Sonya's arms in place above her head. From her expression I could tell she was just as confused as me if not more, as she looks at him in pure shock and he glares back at her in warning. "Max what are you-" she starts only to be cut off.
"She's mine." was the only thing he had to say before Sonya relaxed and gave him an irritated look. Setting her jaw, her arms slack and she gets off me with an exaggerated sigh. "Fine, but I get the kid." is all she says before walking away. I gulp when he turns his attention to me.
"Hey baby."
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I know it sucks and probably wasn't worth the wait I promise to get another chapter out asap! Until then just bear with me please, I beg you. I will try to do better, but until the next chapter I hope you can enjoy this one. Thank you for your support! I love you all have a good day!!!
