Thanks for the reviews guys. I love you all
And to Lonnie, unless I understood incorrectly, that's kind of mean and I'm sorry you don't like my story.
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"Peyton!" Samara yelled as her and Lucas knelt down beside her. "Go call for help Lucas. The phone is over by the bathrooms." She ordered pointing towards the bathroom.
Eryk wrapped his arms around Jenny and struggled to hold her back. He didn't want her to get hurt. Although he was much bigger and stronger than Jenny, Eryk failed to hold onto her because she wiggled and slipped out of his arms.
"Jenny! Come back here!"
"Mommy!" she cried as she plopped down beside her. Jenny reached her small hand over to Peyton's shoulder stained in red. Her innocent eyes were wide with concern and fear.
Peyton struggled through the pain and reached her hand up Jenny's. "Mommy's gonna be okay. Don't worry Jenny. It's all gonna be okay."
The two guys walked slowly towards the three ladies. Samara had ripped some of her shirt and held it on Peyton's chest while she helped Peyton rest in the semi-sitting position. "Just relax Peyton." Samara said as she stroked her hair. "An ambulance will be here any minute."
Samara was so busy in keeping Peyton relaxed that she didn't even notice Jenny until Eryk had began screaming and raced to wards the doors.
"Get away from her!" he screamed as he ran towards the guys in black. As Eryk ran he yelled curses and profanities at them.
"Run Rex." One of the guys said to the other who held Jenny like a football against his side. Jenny screamed bloody murder and hit Rex with her closed fists and kicked him. Eryk dove towards Rex but was blocked by the other guy.
"Get out of my way you bastard!" He said trying to push by him.
"Well let's not get rude here. My name's Aaron. And I'm your worst nightmare." He yelled, spitting on Eryk.
"I beg to differ." Eryk protested and punched Aaron across the face. "I believe I'm yours."
"Eryk!" Samara yelled as he had begun to run away. He didn't look back, he just continued running. "Don't get hurt." She whispered. "Peyton?" she said with her hand still pressuring the wound. "Peyton girl answer me. Please."
Peyton groaned roughly and Samara sighed heavily in relief.
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"You're not getting away with her!" Eryk yelled at Rex who was only 2 meters in front of him. He looked back and saw that Aaron was close on his heels. Eryk began to pick up speed to catch up, when he felt Aaron's gun strike him across the head. Then he fell to the ground.
"No." he cried repeatedly as Aaron continuously hit him with the gun. "Get off me!" he yelled.
"Keep going!" Aaron yelled at Rex who had stopped. Rex had thrown Jenny over his shoulder.
"Jenny!" Eryk cried out as he tried to wriggle out from underneath Aaron. "Get off!" With all the strength he had, Eryk pulled out from under him and had jumped to his feet. Eryk felt a wave off nausea and dizziness take over him, but ignored it and split into a bolt toward Rex.
"Looks like… we've got… company." Eryk said between breaths as he heard sirens racing to the center. He was so close to Rex all he needed to do was leap forward and he could bring Rex to the ground. But he feared hurting Jenny.
"ERYK!" Jenny yelled crying. That's when he knew that he needed to do anything he could to save her. What are a scratch and a bruise if you're in the arms of someone safe?
Eryk let out a cry of pain as he heard a gunshot while he leapt into Rex and they both plummeted to the ground. Eryk straddled Rex, took a glass bottle that was luckily beside him, smashed it against the wall of the center and jammed it into his neck. Eryk jumped to his feet, grabbed Jenny in his arms and began to run.
Eryk yelled as his ankle cracked and the ground drew him in. The bullet had shot through his ankle. "Run Jenny. Run as fast as you can, I'll be there in a minute okay." Eryk said calmly. "Then tell Lucas or Samara I need them." Jenny obeyed and ran like wind into the center.
"Lucas!" she yelled and ran into his arms. Lucas picked her up and sat her on his hip. Her little jeans were ripped at the knees and her light pink sweater was covered in dirt. "Where's mommy?" she asked still crying.
"She's gonna be okay. Don't worry about mommy." He said with worry still in his voice. He couldn't hide it no matter how much he tried. "Where's Eryk?"
Jenny gasped. The moment she got to Lucas, she had forgotten. "He needs you. He told me to run as fast as I could and that he would be here in a minute. He needs you." She repeated.
Lucas stood Jenny on the ground and held her small shoulders in his hands. Go and hide behind one of the couches. Stay there until I come over there to get you. Don't move, okay?" Jenny nodded her head understandingly and walked quickly towards the couches.
"Don't move. I'll be right back." Lucas assured her and left the center.
"Eryk?" Lucas called trying to get used to the dark. There was only one streetlight and it didn't give off much light.
"Lucas?" Eryk called out to him. "Luc!" Lucas ran to where he heard Eryk's words.
When his eyes finally adjusted, he saw Eryk slowly limping using the wall as a crutch. "Eryk, Eryk." Lucas said as he hurried over to him and slipped his arm under Eryk's letting Eryk rest on him. The two guys wobbled into the center and over to the couches, where Lucas laid Eryk down.
"Jenny," Eryk said reaching his hand out. "Go get the first aid box. You know where it is?" Jenny nodded. "Okay please hurry."
Eryk struggled to rest his leg up on the back of the couch. He felt blood drool down his calf and pain slice up his entire leg. "Let me help." Lucas said nervously, and he aided Eryk to place his leg up. Even though he really didn't want Lucas' help, Eryk gave in. He didn't want Jenny to see him be so stubborn and likely scary.
Once they had called another ambulance and were waiting, Lucas felt slightly left out as Eryk joked with Jenny, playing around and making her laugh. Trying to include himself, Lucas stupidly asked. "So what happened out there?"
Eryk looked at him angrily and before turning back to Jenny said slightly rudely, "They lost."
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Okay not a very good ending, but it's not done.
Please review.
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I'm not thinking about the destination, I'm having too much fun on the journey
- Bill Mates