Fractured

Chapter 14

Chapter 14

I was being shaken awake again.  Only this time, it was in a much more panicked manner. 

"Get up!" he hissed down at me and in the next second, my eyelids flew open at being shook and yelled at.  Looking up into him, all I could see was the outline of him leaning down over me from where he stood besides the bed. His arms stretched out over me, grabbing me and shaking me.

I had no clue what to think.  I was half asleep so to  be honest, not much was going through my head at the moment.  However I was somewhat stunned at whatever the hell this was. I looked around to see what the 'emergency' was.  When I found the rest of my bedroom in peace, and the clock that read 2:37, I was already half asleep when he woke me so I was in no hurry over anything.

"What the hell?" I moaned, blinking and trying to adjust better to the darkness as I looked up at him.  "I'm sleeping, dumb-ass."  Not in the mood, you could say.  However, waking up more and seeing his hands still gripping my shoulders hard, I started to get a weird feeling this was actually kind of serious. I couldn't see his eyes but I could hear his rough breath, trembling in the air and I didn't like it.

He didn't wait to try to convince me to get up.  Luke gripped my arm and sat me up, hauling my body forward from where my weight fought to stay down on the bed.  Moaning, I could feel his hands reposition themselves, one on my back and one on my arm still,  shaking me a little more. 

More worried over what his problem was and not that he was bruising my arm most likely, I watched his figure was already in motion before I could get my thoughts straight.  "You need to hide right now!" he said, and this time, he fully pulled me through the darkness and by the time he forced me to stand up, he didn't stop.  Forced to manage my own weight and wake up to the point of having the ability to walk,  he pulled me through the bedroom door before I even knew what was happening. I could feel the fear enter me at seeing how shook up he was.  After all, it wasn't everyday the dude wakes up in the middle of the night to drag me out of bed and through the house.

"What's going on?" I asked, stumbling behind him as he dragged me into the bathroom down the hall, shutting the door behind us in the darkness with a rough slam.

There was no time for silence between us.  He didn't turn the lights on either, which was kind of unsettling because by this point, I felt the need to see his eyes.  I needed to see his face to read him, to see what the hell he was feeling, to see the degree to which he was in of being shook up.  I never did get to though.  The second that door slammed behind us and we were standing before each other in the bathroom, his hands still tight on me, he didn't hesitate to explain.

"They are here.  I got the call from the station, I saw the cameras.  There is a car parked outside across our driveway and I saw some people get out, heading towards the house. It's them.  Stay here," he said in a hurry and before I could even register his words, I felt him press something hard against my open palm at my side.  It was as if it came out of nowhere since I didn't see anything occupying his grasp besides me.  Making me wrap my fingers around it, I realized what it was with a gasp. 

He was giving me a gun.

We knew this was coming.  Soon.  We knew this was going to happen.  Yet there was a part of my brain that just hadn't fully accepted it.  I came to the realization that I just waved off everything - the precautions, the seriousness, and how dangerous this was.  Because I figured, no matter what their plan was, something would happen.  Whether they chicken out, or the cops get them before they even show up... I was wrong to expect something along those lines.  Unlike me though, Luke was ready - he was always ready and prepared.  Saying those words though, it sent shock waves over me.