When We Run

Your life can change in a heartbeat.
I walked downstairs and when I came back, everyone was dead and everything was over. But I survived and I ran.


17. 17.

Sam's point of view.

"How could we let that happen?!" I shout, kicking at some rubble, sending it flying.

"Stop freaking out for a moment!" Evan yells. "Do you think I'm not as scared?"

"I don't think you are as scared, Evan, no!" I shout back. "I don't think you understand! Holly and me? We're practically each other's worlds and have been for most of our lives. Sure, you might love her and be panicking right now but-"

"Stop with that!" he exclaims. "Stop trying to act like you love her more than I do. Even if it was true, who cares? I'm in love with her, you love her as a friend, who gives a damn? We just need to think of a plan."

I sigh, breathing properly again. He's right. I might despise the guy, but he has logic and he knows exactly what we have to do to help Holly. I guess I'm lucky that he does love her. It gets his priorities straight.

"Okay." he says. "The car will have left trails to some extent. We'll just have to follow them for as long as we can."

So we do. Despite what I said before about liking that he got his priorities straight, that doesn't mean I don't loathe him. I've always felt the protective brother role over Holly. I know her better than anyone, I probably some aspects of her better than herself.

I know how easily she gets hurt and how sensitive and caring she is. I have always known that when she gets a boyfriend, she's going to put her heart and soul into that relationship and she's going to love him through anything. But I've always known that he might not be the same. He might just disregard her and hurt her in a way that he doesn't notice, but means everything to her.

So I have always been protective because it is way too easy for someone to hurt her and I can't let that happen.

"What are you glaring at?" Evan asks, irritated.

"You know who you've just been handed, don't you?" I ask.

"Yes." he scoffs. "An annoying, scrawny-"

"Not me." I wave him off. "Holly."

His eyes seem to light up at the mention of her name. I feel almost sick with confusion. I'm terrified he's going to hurt her (again, even though she's already over the last time), but he seems almost obsessed with her. He'll be one arrogant idiot when it's just me and him, like now, or if the conversation includes all three of us, but as soon as he's speaking to just Holly or if she walks over to us after she's been away for a minute, he just seems to fall apart. He goes all soft and caring and has to hold her in some way and has a need to protect her honour even if I'm just joking around with her like always.

It's like he's taken her right out of my life.

"What do you mean?" he asks.

"Holly. You know her, you claim?" I ask.

He nods, carefully. "As well as I possibly could."

I nod, respecting that claim. "Okay. Well, please, just be careful. She could be hurt by the smallest thing. Just don't insult her or make her feel small or pressure her to do anything."

He looks me in the eye and we come to a stop. I suddenly feel something weird between him and I. It's not like he's annoyed with me and cooler than me and it's not like I am always trying to claim that I love Holly more. We are completely equal and both have complete respect for each other and I know it's because we're talking about Holly being happy.

"I won't." he promises.

I nod again. "And one more thing."

"I'm not going to do anything to her." he says. It's weird, he's just assuring me, not trying to be all hero like.

"I know." I say. "But please, whatever you do, don't just leave her when this is all over."

I chuckles kind of sadly, kind of happily as we start walking again. "I really couldn't even if I had to."


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