I M P U L S I V E

Sometimes things happen. And sometimes we don't know why they happen. We live our lives as normally as possible and then out of nowhere - everything changes. I've never been too great at controlling myself when I'm upset, but lately it's gotten worse. This thing happened. It all started with my best friend. She didn't do anything wrong, someone did wrong by her. So of course I stepped in and saved the day. Turns out I really didn't. Turns out there's more to this than getting rid of her. She's just a piece of the puzzle. She's like the gas needed to start the fire. But guess who's standing in the middle of this metaphorical fire? Yours truly. Maybe if I learned to think things through, I wouldn't be in this position. I wouldn't have gotten my friends into this position. Oh well, too late to do anything about it now. Acting off impulses can either save you, or kill you. In my case, I think it did a little bit of both.

1Likes
0Comments
940Views
AA

5. Chapter 5

“Quinn? What’s going on?” I started running towards her and the guy was desperately trying to push her forward.

“Quinn, answer me!” I came up to them, a red car marking the distance between us.

They were farther down the street than I thought, so now I was out of breath.

“If you don’t mind, I don’t appreciate testosterone filled bastards pushing my friend around,” I snapped at him.

He glanced over his shoulder, and the look on his face made me jump.

“I wouldn’t have to push her if she’d just cooperate with me,” his voice was rough and dry.

Then he whipped Quinn around and she was weakly standing in his arms. I gasped so hard my throat hurt. Quinn had a bandana tied in her mouth, there were red bruises all around her arms where the guy had gripped her too hard. Tears were rolling down her face, and it took a second before she lazily looked up at me. When my eyes met hers, they widened and she quickly shook her head like I shouldn’t be here.

“What the hell is going on?” I snapped.

I thought this was just some douche trying to hook up with her, obviously I was wrong.

“You should ask your beautiful friend here, she’s known what was going to take place for quite some time now.” My eyes were burning and my fists were clenched.

Quinn was trying to speak, but it came out muffled against the dirty red bandana.

“Let her go,” I gritted beneath my teeth.

“Sorry, that won’t be happening. In fact, we have a little trip to go on. It was lovely meeting you Kassidy. And all you’re friends too. I’m Jace by the way,” A scary grin grew on his face, then he pulled something out of his pocket.

It was a gun. My eyes widened and I took a few steps back, trying to not start crying. Quinn was violently shaking her head, trying to get out of his grip. Instead of pointing the gun at me, he aimed for the mansion a few houses down. He fired three shots, and the screams could be heard from down here.

“Shouldn’t be too long till they all see us out here. Which means it’s time for us to go. Sorry you can’t come along, it would’ve been fun.” Then he flung Quinn across his body and she stumbled into the car.

Before I could blink, he put his shotgun back in his pocket and pulled out what looked like a stun gun.

“You didn’t think I would exclude you, did you?” he aimed the gun at me, and Quinn screamed. Before I could react, there was a dart piercing its way into my stomach.

“Oh… my God…” I couldn’t breathe.

I wrapped my hands around the dart and quickly pulled it out, falling to my knees. I looked up at him as he grabbed Quinn and was shoving her in the car. She was kicking and screaming and the last thing I saw of her, was a million tears pouring out of her eyes as she watched me fall to the ground. My head had landed on the concrete, and I was too stunned to catch myself on the way down. I laid there on my side, my legs and fingers twitching, listened to the screams of people down the street, and watched as my best friend was driven away while I couldn’t do a thing about it.

I don’t know how long I had been lying there. I heard the people still screaming down the street, and it seemed to get darker outside if that was even possible. My phone had fallen out of my pocket when I hit the ground, and I tried to reach out in front of me and grab it. But my hand spasms were so strong that it wouldn’t reach more than one foot away before snapping back to my side.

“Kassidy?” I couldn’t hear straight, I didn’t know who had said my name.

“Holy shit, oh my god. Mason get over here!” kneeling down in front of me was Owen and he was panicking.

He grabbed me underneath each of my arms and as soon as he did, my body started freaking out, every muscle moving in different directions. He sat me up against him, and my head was limply lying on his shoulder.

“Why is she freaking out like that? Why isn’t she responding?” Owen asked someone.

Then Mason came and kneeled down in front of me. The dart I had pulled out of my stomach was in his hands and he showed it to Owen. I hadn’t even noticed I was bleeding until I saw the blood on the dart.

“It’s a stun gun. Or paralyzing, I don’t know,” Mason said.

I tried moving my head so I could look up at my brother.

“Ah… I… ah…” I couldn’t speak.

All my words were lost and finally, the tears just spilled from my eyes, I didn’t even feel them at first.

“Oh god,” Owen was freaking out.

He held me closer, he even looked like he didn’t want Mason to touch me.

“Owen, get her to a hospital. I’ll meet you there okay?” I felt Owen nod his head.

“Can you call my parents?” he muttered.

“Yeah, of course. Let’s get her up,” Mason said.

Standing up, they both slowly eased me off the ground. My body was still twitching like crazy and now, random mumbles that I couldn’t stop were escaping my mouth.

“God dammit, she was looking for Quinn, and I was coming with her. I shouldn’t have let her come out here alone,” Mason grumbled.

Then I jumped. My body had some type of reaction.

“No! No, no, no… Qu… no!” Was all I could manage to get out. I started crying even more.

Sobbing. The events of Quinn before I had been shot were all flooding back into my mind.

“Kassidy what’s wrong?” Mason grabbed my face and looked into my eyes.

“Qu-qu-Quinn,” I stuttered.

Then Mason’s eyes left mine and he looked up at Owen.

“Holy shit.”

My tears wouldn’t stop, and I was screaming, just as Quinn had been doing.

“We need to go, now. We’ll meet you there,” Owen said suddenly.

He picked me up bridal style, and made sure my head was faced into his shirt, so I couldn’t see anything on the way to the car. All of the other scared people wouldn’t have helped. And he probably didn’t want any questions.

“O-o-o…” I couldn’t get his name and it came out so quiet I could barely hear myself.

But he looked down at me, still walking fast.

“Kass, you’re gonna be fine. It’s okay. I promise. I’m here,” he whispered.

He came to the car, and opened the back door.

“Sit in here, and put your feet up okay?” he sat me down in the car, and I slowly put my feet up on the seat.

He quickly snapped my seat belt on, pulled my keys out of my pocket, and got in the front seat.

“Whoever did this to you… he’s going to hell. I’ll make sure of it,” he started the car and sped down the street.

Join MovellasFind out what all the buzz is about. Join now to start sharing your creativity and passion
Loading ...