The Densi Trap

Chapter 14

Dad and Mom were actually talking. That was great! I'd never seen them this happy before. Mom laughed at Dad's stupid jokes again, and Dad laughed too and they sipped their martinis that Sam brought us.

Sammy and Wyatt were at a friend's house for a sleepover and Delilah was in her room sleeping, so I was watching T.V with Jack, and Gilbert's curled up next to me, and my mind couldn't stop wandering to Scout. If she lived, I'd have an awesome big sister, who'd I could look up to, and who'd help me with everything and would help me with hair and makeup and all that stuff. (which I normally suck at)

She'd have blonde hair, with a few brown streaks. She'd have sparkling chocolate eyes, (milk, not dark, people), and her laugh would make everyone else laugh, and her skin would be clear and she'd sometimes annoy me, but rarely.

"Andy?" asked Jack, gently nudging my shoulder. "You alright?"

"I can't stop thinking about her." I sighed, slumping back into my pillow.

"Who?" asked Jack.

"Scout."

His eyes went all gentle and somewhat sad. "They told you?"

"Yeah." I said. I looked into my brother's eyes. "Jack, do you have any memory of her?"

He shook his head. "And if I did, I doubt it'd be much. I mean, it's not like I got to know her while we were swimming in Mom's stomach."

I laughed a bit, and then decided to change the subject before things got too sad. "What do you think Mom and dad are doing now?"

My brother leaned in closer to me, and whispered, "I think they're most likely pretending to be friends or something, but I think we both know that they both might be thinking of taking off their shirts and doing it." I laugh hard that time, and Gilbert jumped up, trying to show us that he was still there too. I picked him up, and we walked casually into the kitchen.

"Well, Andrea. Would you be okay with a glass of the freshest organic milk from the fridge?" he asked, a little loudly for some strange reason. I could feel Mom and Dad looking at us too. Whatever Jack had in mind, it was most likely to get their attention.

"Jackson, I would be pleased if you did. Milk is a drink best served with love-" Bang, boom, split crash! The windows were shattered, and Jack pulled me down onto the ground. I saw Mom and Dad grab their guns that they kept next to them at all times now, and Dad tossed a gun over for Jack.

He loaded it, and looked at me. "Andy, stay close, okay? We aren't far." I grabbed Gilbert.

"Jack! You know where!" yelled Mom, and shot a few times. She looked at me. "Andy, whatever you do, listen to your brother! He knows what to do!"

"We'll meet you there!" yelled Dad. "I'll get Delilah!" I looked at them once more, and ran across the living room, almost killing myself, grabbed Delilah, who almost started crying and then ran like hell, next to Jack. He handed me a small knife. I looked at him wide eyed.

"You might need it." said Jack, and pulled me away from the windows. "Just trust your training, okay?"

"I had no training! Unless you count those few times Mom took me to the range!" I yelled at him. My adrenaline was pumping, and I was sure that the guys outside who were shooting at us could hear my heart beating.

Jack led me out the side door. I didn't know their plan, but it was a very dangerous and complicated one. As we ran through the bushes into our 'neighbor's' backyard, and soon all the way down the street.

Apparently, the plan was to go to a safe house that Sam had set up incase we sent out a coded distress signal, which I had no idea when or how it was sent. I have no idea how we made it out alive. It's like Jack's trained for this shit.

There was an SUV coming our way, and Jack pushed me and Delilah behind a bush that was on someone's front lawn, and he scooted next to me, and put a finger to his lips.

I saw feet come out from the car, through the small holes in the bush. I saw him coming our way. Jack jumped out holding his gun, and then I heard Sam's voice.

"Andy?" he asked. I stood up silently, holding Gilbert and Delilah in my arms along with the knife in my back pocket. I walked over and Sam pulled me into a hug. A super tight one as the tears came dripping down my cheeks. "Hey, your parents know what to do, okay? They can still work together. Come on, we should go." he said, pulling me into the van.

Please, Mom and Dad. Come back to me in one piece. I thought, clutching my dog in my arms.

Nell, Eric, Callen and Sam were all there at the safe house. Renée and Felix were apparently at their grandparents' house in Iowa, and Callen's kids, Clara and London, were with Joe somewhere, and they were all there, waiting for us at another safe house.

Nell hugged us both as soon as we stepped in. I set Gilbert on the floor and let him go outside for a little bit, while I kept an eye on him from the window. I could hear Jack and the other whispering in the kitchen. It was like I was the baby here, even with Delilah here.

I couldn't stop thinking about Mom and Dad. Where the hell were they, what were they doing? How were they doing? Did they-. No, I couldn't think like that.

I let Gil in after about 5 minutes and went into a random room and curled up on the maroon seat they had there.

I thought about both of them. Dad's soft, fluffy hair, and his gentle blue eyes. Mom's gorgeous raven waves, with gently touched just under her shoulder, and her laugh. Her crazy wacky laugh that I loved so much.

A laugh that I needed to hear right now. The eyes I needed to look into and feel safe around, the hair that was welcoming and reminding, wasn't here when I needed it most.

Teaser: They might come back, but maybe not completely okay. Feel free to leave your thoughts in the review section.