The Shy Girl Has a Gun

The Shy Girl Has a Gun...Chapter 27

But not fast enough.

“Jace just put me down and go back to Chris.” I finally find my voice.

His eyes don’t meet mine and he just concentrates on the direction he is running “Not a chance in hell.”

“We’re not going to outrun the-”

“Well we won’t then.” His voice cuts me off “You said run to shelter right?”

I nod wearingly, before attempting to talk him out of this again “You honestly-”

“The woods are almost out, and look I can already see shelter.” He doesn’t even give me a chance to try and change his mind, and just nods ahead of him. I resist the urge to give him the warm smile I was dying to release at what had just happened between us, and turned my head to see an old cemetery in front of us. Behind the cemetery was an old church, which looked like it had not had any praying going on in it since Hitler died.

This was our shelter?

A house of God that looked older than the freaking lord himself?

Jace ran though the cemetery, never losing his grip on me once. I winced as I looked at the gash on my leg. I needed to get something on that and soon. I looked at the woods and saw that the dealers were not in tow anymore, meaning we must have lost them on the way.

How on earth we managed to do that with Jace carrying me the majority of the way still baffles me.

We made it to the front door of the church where I expected Jace to set me down so we could break in and start barricading doors, but that did not happen. When we reached the old wooden door, Jace kicked it open with impressive force, still clinging on to me and walking in without so much as a flinch.

I looked around the church. The inside didn’t look any better than the outside. There was a long aisle in the middle like any church had and seats either side of it. The alter at the front had so much dust on it I was visible from the other side of the room. Clearly, this church was well and truly abandoned.

“We need to get to the basement.” I tell Jace “It’s safer there as we can lock ourselves in. And plus supplies are always kept in the basement.”

Jace scoffs “Been to many churches?”

“No, I’m not exactly a believer. I just know supplies are always found in basements.” I couldn’t help the next remark “If you had common sense, you would know that too.”

He glares at me, disbelief clear in his face at my comment. His mouth opens and closes a few times as he tries to find words to say “I just saved your life and carried you for about a mile and your still taking shots at me?”

The hard mask fell on my face and I shrugged “I would have figured something out.”

“The only thing you would have figured out is how much a bullet to the head would hurt cos you would have been killed Faith.”

His teeth were gritted at my ungratefulness, but I noticed he had taken in what I said because he was clearly trying to find the basement as he carried on walking.

With me still in his arms.

Down the aisle.

I notice his gaze turn a little softer as he too must have realised the irony of this.

“Not exactly how I imagined us walking down the aisle, but I’ll take it.” His voice was so low I only heard it because I was so close to his mouth. I found my stomach jolting a little at his comment, but I pushed all thoughts of sweetness and romance to the back of my head.