Author's Note: So my xmas plan flopped. Oh well. Hope you had an amazing xmas everyone! I know i did! Momo16 your comments are great as always but don't get too comfortable yet, I have another twist in store for you! On with the story!
Disclaimer: I dont own Finding Sky.
The police ariving, me leaving and the issues in between:
Karla P.O.V:
I shrieked as a bullet whizzed past my head. Saul pushed us behind the sofa, bullets firing around us. I gasped and knocked my head a little on the wall. The police entering without notifacation has caused uproar among our house guests and we were suddenly on a battlefield. More of Logan's friends had entered through the back and had started rapidly firing bullets at everything and anything.
"Sorry sugar. Are you okay?" Saul murmured in my ear as he held me down in front of him. His eyes ran over me protectively, checking if I was hit. I nodded and dropped my head onto his shoulder. A loud bang went off and Saul hissed, pulling me closer. My head darted up in alarm to see a bullet shaped hole in the wall. I gasped. Saul turned his head in the direction that I was looking in and tightened his grip.
I closed my eyes, trying to stop the tears leaking. Saul frowned. Damn he noticed.
"Of course I'm going to notice." He said, looking over me worriedly. I blinked. "Dammit darling, why wouldn't I notice-" he flung me to the ground and covered me with his body as bullets rained over our heads. I flinched and he frowned, looking sickened with himself.
"Sorry, I shouldn't have said it like that. I can hear your thoughts again; Brady isn't concentrating on it hard enough. Are you hurt?" his dark eyes raked over me again. I shook my head and sat up a little. For a second, the bullets stopped and shouting erupted. I leaned forwards and kissed him tenderly on the mouth. He half grinned and wrapped me back in his arms.
"Oh, darling, it's going to be okay. I promise." He soothed.
"You know that holiday you promised me?" I muttered and he smiled, brushing his fingers over my arm.
"Yeah, thought on where you'd like to go?"
"Yeah, actually, I'd like to go to Greece." I said with a smile. He kissed my neck.
"Done," was his reply. I giggled and leaned back, putting my full weight against his hard chest.
"But I don't just want to relax; I want to see all the sights. The buildings and all that." I added quickly, knowing Saul would rather do that than watch me sunbathe and paint my nails. Saul smiled and I knew in an instant I was going to regret saying that.
A loud bang distracted us and Saul was doubled over, his face contorted with pain. I shrieked and cupped his face with my hands.
"Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Did you get hit?" I was asking so many questions, I didn't realise a strong grip my other arm. Suddenly something cold and hard was digging into my back. I closed my eyes, begging for a miracle. I needed one to get out of this. Saul looked okay; I think he was just hit over the head with a gun or something.
"Okay, doll face, here's what we are going to do so that no one gets hurt. We are slowly going to walk out to the back door, get into the van and I'm going to drive us off. You are not going to struggle or shriek. Else I will kill you. If you're good, I might let the Benedict's have the body. How does that sound?"
O'Halloran didn't wait for me to answer; instead he began to drag me off. I kicked out and he gripped my neck in his vice like grip.
"Don't make me hurt you princess, I quite like you complete. Don't think Brady would like you broken up either."
Saul! I screamed in my head. I couldn't see anymore, the tears were falling fast, streaking my face.
Baby where are you? He replied. Oh lord he sounded so worried and angry.
I'm not angry at you baby, I could never be angry at you. Tell me where you are, please, I love you so much; just tell me where he's taken you.
Outside? I don't know. O'Halloran has me. I'm scared. We were outside, I knew that. I could feel the snow freezing my feet as he pulled me along. I started to cry and he snarled, throwing my body against the cold metal of a… van?
Shaking I got into the van, I was too tired to fight.
Mom? Mom, who has you? Where are you? That was Trace. I took a shuddering breath and coughed. The van was full of cigar smoke.
"Answer your son, princess; you won't be talking to him for a very long time." Brady Logan snapped. I froze. No wonder Saul could read my thoughts and talk to me in my mind; Brady hadn't been there. He had escaped during the gunfight and waited here. This was the plan all along. The gunfight had been the vision, the swirling colours and many decisions made by the police.
Sweetheart just answer me, it's going to be okay, I promise. We'll find you-
Saul's voice abruptly broke off and I choked on my tears. Brady Logan sat there, puffing on his cigar as O'Halloran drove the roaring van away. I kicked out at Brady and he caught my ankle and twisted it. I hissed in pain but refused to cry.
"Now sugar, last time you tried that you ended up unconscious. I don't think a second time in- what- a couple of hours is good for your health. Don't you agree, baby doll." He said with a sick smile.
I pulled my foot away and crawled as far away from him as I could get. It was only when I had my back firmly to Logan, did I finally let the salty tears fall.
