𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟-𝑐𝑟𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑

Sarah

Kiara tries to ask what I'm doing but John B shushes her. "She's thinking."

When I see the storage containers on the ship, an idea pops into my head. I look back at the ground and see a faded red container about to be hooked. I continue looking around and see some tanks filled with what I hope to be gasoline.

Handing my gun to Pope, I point at the tanks. "Get to them and shoot. We need a distraction. It's the only way we can get onto the ship. Once you shoot them, run like hell to that red container over there," I say, pointing to the container. "The one guarded by two people?" Kiara asks, sarcasm lacing her tone. "They won't be there when the explosion happens," I tell Pope, not bothering to look or even acknowledge Kiara.

"It's the only way," I tell him. He swallows before nodding, running over to the tanks. "When we see the explosion, those guys as well as some others will run to it. As soon as the container is unguarded, we run like hell," I tell the pogues, watching as Pope runs to the tanks.

"If we do this, we are stuck there. We won't get out. We could be running straight into a trap," JJ says. I tilt my head. "That's true. But that doesn't matter. What weighs more? Sarah or our safety?" I ask, glancing at John B. He doesn't say anything, but we all know what his answer is. "Look, if you guys don't want to come, I won't make you. But I'm going."

JJ and Kiara glance at each other before JJ speaks up. "This week got boring anyway." John B laughs and I suppress a smile, remembering that JJ and I are done. "Get ready," I tell them. "Wait," John B says and I turn my head, facing him. "Are you sure you want to go?" he asks, his eyes flickering down to my stomach. I roll my eyes. "I'm not even showing yet. I'll be fine. I've dealt with worse."

"Oh really? You've been pregnant before?" he asks, quirking a brow. I glare at him. "You called me. Now you have me. Deal with it." When a loud explosion rings in my ears, I shoot up, waiting a few seconds before running at full speed to the container. Although I have a head start, JJ, Kiara, and John B all make it to the container first, their long legs giving them an advantage.

We climb into the container, Pope following quickly after us, and hide, waiting for it to be safe. JJ moves to speak but I put my finger against my mouth, telling him to shut the fuck up.

After about two minutes, the men who were guarding this container come back and shut it, locking us inside. Another minute goes by, and I hear something on the roof of the container. "They are hooking the container. Hold onto something," I whisper, grabbing onto one of the metal chains hanging from the ceiling.

Another minute passes before I feel myself unable to keep balance. I fall to the ground but keep hold of the chain so that I will have more balance. It's safer for me to be sitting instead of standing. The last thing I want is to fall on my stomach and lose this baby. He or she is the only thing keeping me alive.

"Are you okay?" John B asks, looking at my stomach. I nod. "Fine." I landed on my side so I'm fine. His eyes glance at my wrists and I sharply shake my head. I don't want JJ and Kiara to know. They already hate me enough. The last thing I need is for one of them to say something about wishing it worked.

Once they set us down on the ship, JJ glares at me. "Great, now we're stuck in this rat trap." I smile at him. "At least they were kind enough to make a trap for you," I snap back. He opens his mouth to retort but shuts it when I point my gun at his head. Eyes traveling from the gun to me, he opens his mouth. "Would you really shoot me?" he asks, his eyebrows knitted together. I scoff. "After what you said about my baby, I'd do it in a heartbeat. The only reason I haven't is because I refuse to be the monster who broke my heart and killing you would make me just like him. But if you keep testing me, I will pull the trigger so sit the fuck down," I sneer, putting my finger on the trigger. He swallows and closes his mouth.