Chapter 12
(R'S POV)
HOLY SHIT! Chase just got shot dude. The bastard that shot him was just sitting there smirking. Sonna ran up to them and look at Chase collapse to the floor with a hard stare. She then pulled out a Glock and shot our target. Chase was out like a light and I was panicking. Sonna just stared at him.
"R get him to the Aerial Cruiser...I need to confirm the kill with HQ."
I nodded as I jumped over to Chase and lifted him up over my small shoulders. It was getting late and I knew I had to be home before ma got worried. I strapped Chase in and got the ship ready. I attempted to wrap his wound but he needed medical attention stat. "Chase stay with me buddy."
"...R…" He said faintly.
"Chase just relax buddy. We're gonna get you fixed up."
What the hell was taking Sonna so damn long. Chase needed help and she was still not here.
I sighed. "Damn it. We need to go."
Just then, Sonna walked in and asked "How's he doing R." How's he doing? He took a bullet to the gut.
"Not good. He's out of it. He needs help." I stated.
"Well then let's get back to HQ."
-2 Hours Later-
We got Chase taken to the infirmary once again today. Yep, today was one long ass day. Tomorrow is Friday, so one more day of school. At this point, school was the last thing on my mind.
Sonna and I were in the infirmary with Chase asleep on the bed. I wanted to stay and I really didn't want to leave Chase but my mom was probably freaking out. Sonna must've noticed my conflict because she walked up to me and said, "Go on and head home. I'll look after Chase."
"But what about your dad?" I asked
Sonna scoffed and narrowed her eyes. "My dad is never home. He's not worried about me." I looked at her in confusion but began to walk out of the room, but stopped to say one last thing.
"Sonna, take it easy on him. You heard what he said about his family. I can't imagine what would happen if my mom was killed...so just...cut em some slack."
With that, I vanished.
(CHASE'S POV)
I felt like shit. Complete and utter shit. AGAIN!
I opened my eyes. I knew it was late as hell. The moon was shining on my face through the window.
I was in the fucking infirmary yet again. Man this day was really on some shit.
I looked towards my right and saw Sonna staring at me with tired eyes.
"You see why we kill now? That guy shot you in the back when you dropped your guard. That man Danny Hare was a drug trafficking murderer along with his goons. Had we not killed him tonight, he would've hurt many other INNOCENT people."
I lowered my head a bit and said "Alright I get it. You kill for a cause, shit…"
"Look Chase, I get that you aren't exactly fond assassins, but what we do is for the good of others, so please don't just think of us a vicious killers lacking a heart." She said softly to me.
I looked at her as she continued to sketch something in her book. "Whatcha drawing there Sonna?"
"Oh uh...it's just something from my childhood I guess."
"Can I see it?" She held up her sketch and it was the weird person she drew earlier.
"Oh yeah I wanted to ask, who is that Zeyco guy anyway?"
She seemed a little down when I asked that.
"Oh uh...is it personal or something.?" I asked.
"No no it's just...I miss him…" Her head down.
"Oh so he's like your boyfriend or something" I said. I felt kinda depressed when I said that, but it made a lot of sense.
"WHAT?! No he's just a really good friend of mine." She said with redness on her face. "He's in a pretty tough situation right now and he needs help, but I can't do much no matter how much I want to." Her eyes started to water. "I care about him Chase.Ya know what I mean?"
I got up and walked to her. More like limped but it's was whatever.
"Yes Sonna. Yes I do know. The day I lost my brother Devon. The day I lost my parents...I...I just...I know what it is to miss someone, and I hate it so much. I loved my family...and I WON'T ever forgive those who took them away from me." I moved closer to her.
"Sonna…" Damn it, just hug her or something. She may kill but she's not evil.
My blue eyes interlocked with her wet red ones. Damn did she look good. Fuck it.
I hugged her. Nah fuck that. I crushed her with my arms. My face was red as hell and my gut was killing me but I didn't give a damn. She wrapped her arms around me and sighed. This felt oh so right for oh so many reasons. Yeah, I felt like the fucking man!
When we pulled away from each other with her giving me nervous looks and me cheesing like a love struck dumbass. She then looked to me and said "I uh, I gotta go." She left pretty quickly. I flopped back on my bed and stared at the ceiling.
Damn...maybe I should call Beth…
(R'S POV)
When I got home, I saw my mom sitting there half asleep. It was three in the morning so she had to have forced herself to stay awake.
"Where have you been Rodman. You had me worried!"
Oh boy. I felt a pang of guilt in my chest. "I'm sorry ma, I had to uh, go help a friend. He got hurt real bad so we took him to the hospital." She seemed somewhat content with my answer.
"Ok but please call next time. I thought I lost you." She gave my a bone crushing hug.
"NOW! Off to bed with you!"
"Yes ma."