Disclaimer: I don't own anybody except Brad and Chelsea. I wish I owned Scott, though.............................................................................................................
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Ok, I am soooooooooooo sorry about leaving you off right there. This is gonna be pretty short because I have a wrestling match I have to go and see a couple of my guy friends in, so I can't make it very long, just to get you out of suspense for the time being.
In Your Darkest Hour
Ch. 11
Hold your head high, stick your chest out. You can make it.It gets dark sometimes, but morning comes . . . ."--Rev. Jesse Jackson
Shelby didn't have time to think. She ran out from her hiding place and flipped the light switch on. It instantly lit up the darkened kitchen and Shelby stared in horror at what she saw. Brad was pinned under the large white fridge, but he was still conscious and reaching for something. She glanced at Scott who was sitting on the kitchen floor holding his arm. Blood was seeping onto his dark shirt and through his fingers. She looked again at Brad and saw he was reaching for the gun. He almost had it from his position under the refrigerator.
She dove for the gun just as his fingers were touching the handle. She held it tightly in her left hand and then turned her attention to Scott, who was still sitting in the same position holding his injured arm.
"Scott, are you okay?" she asked quickly touching her hand over his hand that was tightly holding the wound.
"I thought I told you to go to the car." He said with a pained expression.
"Yeah well, I'm glad I didn't." she said. He didn't reply, just grimaced and let his head fall back and smack against the counter. She glanced over at Brad. "God, Scott, you could have been killed! What would you have done if I had gone to the car?"
"Well, it doesn't matter anymore does it?"
"Scott, there's no time for this, go get in the car and get yourself to the hospital." She commanded.
"Where exactly am I supposed to go with one working arm?"
"Oh....."
"I think we should call the cops, Shel."
"Yeah." She said still holding the gun tighter and tighter. "Yeah, maybe we should."
"Maybe we shouldn't." she heard Brad's deep voice say and she looked back to find him looming over her. She jumped up and backed up fumbling to get the safety lock back and her hands slipped and the gun fell to the floor and slid across the linoleum. Brad was so close to it, and he took advantage of it. He grabbed the gun and pointed it straight at her. "Don't move." He said when she tried to run over to Scott. Then he pointed it at Scott. "Or I'm gonna kill him."
She stopped and took a step back.
"That's my little woman." He said lowering the gun and walking over to her. She was almost afraid he was gonna lift the gun up quickly and kill her with Scott sitting right there, but, no. He was going to do worse, she realized as her lowered his mouth to her neck. If she didn't give in, he would rape her, and right in front of Scott. She shut her eyes tight and decided that it would be best not to struggle. She prayed for some kind of miracle. That some strong force....a guardian angel...or something, would get him off her.
Just as she was about to set into a state of mental hysterics, that miracle did happen, but it wasn't a guardian angel or some magical force. It was Scott. He grabbed Brad with both arms and shoved him into the glass back door. It shattered into a million pieces. The gun flew out of his hand and hit the linoleum loudly. Scott grabbed it and pointed it right at Brad who was scrambling to get back up and fired once.
It hit him in the leg, and all that was heard for a minute was an agonizing yell coming from Brad who instantly grabbed his leg and just laid there in the pile of broken wooden door frame and glass. Scott lowered the gun and looked at Shelby who was still standing in the corner with an astonished look on her face. She finally snapped back into reality and ran to the phone as Scott stood and watched Brad holding his leg in pain. He ran a hand over his own gunshot wound as the pain started to come back. He had had such an adrenaline rush when he had seen Brad on Shelby he had forgotten about the pain and had only cared about saving her.
As Shelby got off the phone with the emergency dispatcher, sirens could be heard faintly in the background. Once again a sound of relief for Shelby.
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NEXT: They have to file a police report. What happens? Also.....could there be a trial?......hmmmm...10 reviews, you get the next bit this weekend!