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“Not mine, I’m fine,” I said, sitting up and throwing myself at him. “I’m ok, I promise. I have the vest remember?”
I felt him shaking.
“Where is?—”
Gunshots echoed and I tensed.
“Shit,” King growled as we separated.
“Two more vans showed up,” Boogie said, running to us.
He picked me up, kissing me hard, pulling away too soon.
“Little One,” he said as if he were in pain, examining me.
“It’s not mine,” I said, and he nodded.
“We have to leave and if we head this way we can hit our cabin,” Boogie said, handing me a rifle and then grabbing my hand.
“You sure?” King glanced behind us as we started to walk fast.
“I checked my phone before leaving it,” Boogie said, looking over his shoulder.
“Good idea,” Kind said, grabbing his phone, breaking it and throwing it in the opposite direction. “Do you have your phone, Doll?”
“I left hers back there too,” he said, out of breath.
“Boogie, what's wrong?” I inspected him, but I didn’t see any injuries.
“Nothing,” he growled, pulling me.
I knew something was wrong, but decided against pushing it. We walked for what seemed like forever in the freezing rain. Myhands and feet felt numb as we hit the second hour of walking. The pain in my limbs was becoming unbearable, when I saw the familiar driveway.
I almost cried when King found a spare key he had hidden, and we stumbled into the house. Boogie walked in front of me, and that's when I saw the blood trailing down his boot.
“Boogie, what the fuck,” I snapped.
“It’s just a scratch,” he grumbled.
“What the?—”
I turned around just in time to hear a gun go off twice. The pain knocked the air out of me as I fell backwards, hitting my head on something and then my vision dimmed slowly wondering if this was the last time I saw Boogie and King.
“We have to leave now.”
“How the fuck do you expect us to do that?”
“We are sitting ducks here. Next time, they will kill her.”
“Boogie, we can’t leave, we have to wait for Mars and Roman.”
“That’s too long to fucking wait!”
Something crashed and I gasped, fully waking up.
“Shit, Little One.” Boogie stood next to me. “I’m sorry.”
Worry marred his beautiful face, and all I wanted to do was hold him. I groaned, feeling my head and chest. Those were the worst places, but everything hurt.
