Chapter 4
*Watch that Drumstick*
I sat,
Terrified,
Holding my legs to my chest in a panic position.
Unable to think of anything to do I pulled my phone out,
The text I had sent over ten seconds ago to Reese had read,
'When/if I get out of here, I'm seriously going to kill you.'
Since then he had replied,
'Relax, it probably won't take that long, Nick is workin on a plan'
Great,
Nick, the genius, is working on a plan.
It was then I heard a crash from downstairs.
"What was that?"
Mr. G asked his wife.
The pair exited the room in a hurry and I slowly stuck my head out of the closet.
I took my chance, and darted towards the still open window.
Glancing down I saw Chase, frantically waving his arms in the air.
I squeezed my eyes shut, and jumped from the window ledge.
Thinking I was just going to smack the ground, I prepared myself for a tough landing.
"Gotcha ya!"
And then I was sitting in Chase's arms.
"Thanks"
I said with a smile, "Where did everyone go?"
Chase dropped me to my feet.
"Ran, fast, down the street."
He replied, pulling my quickly threw the yards around Mr. G's house.
"Why?"
Chase smirked.
~10 minutes earlier~
(Reese's P.O.V)
'When/if I get out of here, I'm seriously going to kill you.'
I sucked on the top of my phone.
"Shit man, what are we gonna do?"
Raven said, frantically looking up at the window.
Nick thought for a moment, glancing to Chase.
"What?"
"Come on man you're the smart one!"
Nick pleaded with him.
Chase rolled his eyes.
Nick's eyes glanced to my back pocket.
"What?"
I asked, slightly creped out.
"Dude why do you have drumsticks?"
He asked.
That was a good question actually.
I had no idea.
"I dunno man, why does it matter?"
Nick thought for a moment,
"Give them to me, I got a plan."
I looked back down at my phone,
'Relax, it probably won't take that long, Nick is workin on a plan'
I shoved my phone into my back pocket and handed Nick my drum sticks.
He walked to the front yard, "You stay here and wait for her"
I said to Chase, he nodded and glanced back up at the window.
Raven, Tyler, and I followed Nick.
"Dude what are you gonna do?"
But before he answered,
Nick threw, as hard as he could, my drum sticks through Mr. G's front house window.
The entire thing shattered with a loud noise.
"RUN!"
Nick yelled, taking off down the street.
The three of us didn't waste any time, and followed him.