April Rain
Chapter Five
His Own Fight
One month later, Lucas couldn't sleep at all, the pictures of that day and what had happened still lingering in his mind. He could not erase them, and he could not make them go away. They would be with him forever...
And Peyton, he was sure, would be scarred for the rest of her life. The feeling still stirring in her stomach, the pain still familiar and very much real, and the fear she could never get out of her body.
As Lucas sat in his jail-cell-like room, he sat on the cold cement floor and felt something underneath him. As he went to feel the ground, he noticed that he had his keys in his back pocket. A thought flew into his mind... his pocketknife.
He took it out of his pocket and stood up off the cold floor with the only strength that he had left in him. The only thing that kept him alive throughout the whole experience was the thought of getting Peyton out of here. He walked up over to the door where there was a lock. He slipped the knife through the side crack of the door and lifted it up. Not very smart kidnappers to put those kind of locks on the doors, but Lucas didn't care.
He walked down the cold, musty hallway, wrapping his arms around himself for warmth, for he only had on a thin t-shirt. He walked up to Peyton's cell, noticing that he could hear someone coming down the hallway. She sat up from the floor.
"Lucas!" she yelled as she burst into tears that instant she saw him.
"Shh.." he said, "someone's coming! We have to go quickly!"
She nodded as Lucas looked down the hallway and he could see the guy coming at him with a gun.
Bang. A shot was blown. By some miracle, he missed Lucas and shot it beside him. Lucas charged at the man with all the strength he had inside of him and took him down. He punched him in the nose as he could see it start to bleed. He knocked the gun out of his hand and punched him once more in the face. Then, the guy got power over Lucas and hit him once in the face, and Lucas could feel his eye instantly puff up. Grasping for his last bit of air, Lucas reached over quickly through the fight and grabbed the gun. He stood up over him as much as he could, as he fought the grip as well, and shot him twice. Once on the shoulder, and once in his heart.
After not noticing completely who it was, Lucas noticed that it was the man who had hurt Peyton.
"C'mon," he said to her. "We've only got so much time left," he said through the bars, as he grabbed the keys on the wall and unlocked her door.
The second she got out of the room, she wrapped her arms around him, as tight as she'd ever hugged someone before. "Lucas," she said through her pouring tears.
"Yeah.." she said softly.
"I love you,"
He pulled back and looked at her in the eye. Staring for what seemed like forever. It took him a while to grasp to what she had said until he replied back, "I love you, too, Peyton..." and then, he kissed her. As they could hear the footsteps following them, they raced for their lives. Lucas, in his heart, knew that he had to get out of there, and he had to get Peyton out of there alive.
Just as they were running out the door of wherever they were, shots came at them like the speed of sound. They hadn't been hit, at least they didn't think so, until at once, Lucas went down to the ground. Peyton looked behind her, they were all at the doorway of the building that looked like an abandoned jail. They were all standing there with their machine guns pointing at them. She grabbed him off the ground as she noticed that Lucas had been shot in his leg, and that he couldn't run. She grabbed him up and started to run wiht his arm over her shoulder.
With the luck of their lives, they made it out of there without dying.
As they made their way around the gates that surrounded the place they could easily call hell, they got to a phone booth as soon as possible. Peyton lay Lucas down on the ground as he groaned with pain and rolled around on the ground. She could see the pool of blood around him get larger and larger as the time went by.
She knealed down on the ground to hold up Lucas and try to keep him away and not pass out. She cried enough tears to fill a river as she rubbed his arm and told him she loved him a million times over, and that help would soon be there.
Finally, Peyton could see the black SUV drive up beside her and Haley was in the front seat driving. No one else was in the car.
"Peyton!" she screamed, getting out of the car and hugging Peyton.
"Haley!" she screamed.
"Everyone's been looking everywhere for you two! We've all been so worried!"
"Look, Haley, I'd love to hear the story, but we have to get Lucas to a hospital- fast!" she shouted as Haley noticed Luke lying on the ground with what looked like no strength at all.
"Lucas!" she yelled, running over to him, Peyton following. "What happened to him?" she asked.
As they pulled him up off the ground, away from the pool of blood, Peyton responded, "When we were running away and escaping the prison, they took out their guns and followed us. Lucas got shot in the leg..." she said. "We have to get him to a hospital as soon as possible!" she paused as Lucas was in the car, and looked at Haley in the eye, "He wouldn't give up until he got me out of here. I will not give up until I know he is alright."
Haley nodded and walked around the car to drive them out of there.
Chapter Five
His Own Fight
One month later, Lucas couldn't sleep at all, the pictures of that day and what had happened still lingering in his mind. He could not erase them, and he could not make them go away. They would be with him forever...
And Peyton, he was sure, would be scarred for the rest of her life. The feeling still stirring in her stomach, the pain still familiar and very much real, and the fear she could never get out of her body.
As Lucas sat in his jail-cell-like room, he sat on the cold cement floor and felt something underneath him. As he went to feel the ground, he noticed that he had his keys in his back pocket. A thought flew into his mind... his pocketknife.
He took it out of his pocket and stood up off the cold floor with the only strength that he had left in him. The only thing that kept him alive throughout the whole experience was the thought of getting Peyton out of here. He walked up over to the door where there was a lock. He slipped the knife through the side crack of the door and lifted it up. Not very smart kidnappers to put those kind of locks on the doors, but Lucas didn't care.
He walked down the cold, musty hallway, wrapping his arms around himself for warmth, for he only had on a thin t-shirt. He walked up to Peyton's cell, noticing that he could hear someone coming down the hallway. She sat up from the floor.
"Lucas!" she yelled as she burst into tears that instant she saw him.
"Shh.." he said, "someone's coming! We have to go quickly!"
She nodded as Lucas looked down the hallway and he could see the guy coming at him with a gun.
Bang. A shot was blown. By some miracle, he missed Lucas and shot it beside him. Lucas charged at the man with all the strength he had inside of him and took him down. He punched him in the nose as he could see it start to bleed. He knocked the gun out of his hand and punched him once more in the face. Then, the guy got power over Lucas and hit him once in the face, and Lucas could feel his eye instantly puff up. Grasping for his last bit of air, Lucas reached over quickly through the fight and grabbed the gun. He stood up over him as much as he could, as he fought the grip as well, and shot him twice. Once on the shoulder, and once in his heart.
After not noticing completely who it was, Lucas noticed that it was the man who had hurt Peyton.
"C'mon," he said to her. "We've only got so much time left," he said through the bars, as he grabbed the keys on the wall and unlocked her door.
The second she got out of the room, she wrapped her arms around him, as tight as she'd ever hugged someone before. "Lucas," she said through her pouring tears.
"Yeah.." she said softly.
"I love you,"
He pulled back and looked at her in the eye. Staring for what seemed like forever. It took him a while to grasp to what she had said until he replied back, "I love you, too, Peyton..." and then, he kissed her. As they could hear the footsteps following them, they raced for their lives. Lucas, in his heart, knew that he had to get out of there, and he had to get Peyton out of there alive.
Just as they were running out the door of wherever they were, shots came at them like the speed of sound. They hadn't been hit, at least they didn't think so, until at once, Lucas went down to the ground. Peyton looked behind her, they were all at the doorway of the building that looked like an abandoned jail. They were all standing there with their machine guns pointing at them. She grabbed him off the ground as she noticed that Lucas had been shot in his leg, and that he couldn't run. She grabbed him up and started to run wiht his arm over her shoulder.
With the luck of their lives, they made it out of there without dying.
As they made their way around the gates that surrounded the place they could easily call hell, they got to a phone booth as soon as possible. Peyton lay Lucas down on the ground as he groaned with pain and rolled around on the ground. She could see the pool of blood around him get larger and larger as the time went by.
She knealed down on the ground to hold up Lucas and try to keep him away and not pass out. She cried enough tears to fill a river as she rubbed his arm and told him she loved him a million times over, and that help would soon be there.
Finally, Peyton could see the black SUV drive up beside her and Haley was in the front seat driving. No one else was in the car.
"Peyton!" she screamed, getting out of the car and hugging Peyton.
"Haley!" she screamed.
"Everyone's been looking everywhere for you two! We've all been so worried!"
"Look, Haley, I'd love to hear the story, but we have to get Lucas to a hospital- fast!" she shouted as Haley noticed Luke lying on the ground with what looked like no strength at all.
"Lucas!" she yelled, running over to him, Peyton following. "What happened to him?" she asked.
As they pulled him up off the ground, away from the pool of blood, Peyton responded, "When we were running away and escaping the prison, they took out their guns and followed us. Lucas got shot in the leg..." she said. "We have to get him to a hospital as soon as possible!" she paused as Lucas was in the car, and looked at Haley in the eye, "He wouldn't give up until he got me out of here. I will not give up until I know he is alright."
Haley nodded and walked around the car to drive them out of there.
