Our tire popped making me yelp and Fang veer off the road. The air bags puffed up pushing us back. The air was rushed out of me. Finally after a minute they deflated and I was rudely ripped from the car. Before I could do anything I was thrown on the ground.
Finally, regaining my senses, I looked up at the person whom had attacked me. Dylan's dark eyes seemed to look right through me and as he watched me. Fear shot through me as he seemed to have dark thoughts.
"Well well well Max who would think you'd be here with Fang?"he grabbed my face making me look at him. I smacked his hand away.
"Dont touch me!"he frowned and back-handed me. I gasped and help my face.
"You need to learn you place bitch,"he grabbed my hair pulling me to my feet.
"Let her go Dylan,"Fangs voice made us look over. He had a gash on his head that bled in to his eye. He was holding his arm and I feared it was dislocated.
"Oh and why is that?"he sneered.
"Freeze! Your surrounded!"a man in a police uniform stood up. Dylan pulled me to him.
"If you shoot me you kill her!"he shouted. A gun shot rang out and a warm stick substance him my face. The grip on my neck and wrist diminished. I slowly turned to see him sprawled out on the ground. Crimson red blood spilled from his head. There was a blank expression on his face. Suddenly it dawned on me. He was dead.
I screamed in horror. A hand came around me and pulled me to a chest. It was Fang. I clutched shirt in my hands. At the hospital Fang explained why the police had come so fast.
"I asked a friend to follow us. He was in an ordinary car so no one could see him. His partner was with him and he shot Dylan. Are you ok?"I nodded and smiled.
Yes I was ok, physical. Mentally not so much. I had seen a man die in front of me. As long as Fang thought I was ok I was gonna play it out that way.
After the hospital we were interrogated. The police had to make sure they hadn't shot an 'innocent' man. Ha, innocent my ass. Fang, whom indeed had a dislocated shoulder, let me crash on his couch. I hadn't told Ella about the shooting because she had moved in with Iggy. I didn't want to bother her.
Fang had let me barrow a shirt and clean boxers. That night I woke screaming. I had dreamt that I was the one who was shot. Fang was at my side in an instant. Holding me and whispering that in was all ok. That's how we fell asleep.
I was curled in Fangs arms and cradled against his chest. Fang had his good arm around my waist pulling me close. I woke up first it was Saturday so I didn't have to go to work. I don't think I would have, even if it was a Monday.
I looked up feeling a heart beat. I had forgotten that I was sleeping on someone. His face seemed so relaxed. Like he had nothing to worry about. I wish I could feel the same way.
I wiggled trying to get out of his grip, which he only tightened. I sighed in defeat. I guess I was stuck like this till he woke up. Though I would never admit it I liked when he tried to make everything better. It's like he really cared, and maybe he did. I sighed and went back to sleep.
