Cody's POV
"Get out of the way Lola!" the man I guess whose name Andrew screamed. "I ain't going to no jail!" He lowered his gun so not to hit the woman. I knew I was risking her death as well hiding behind her, but I wanted to prolong my life so I could think about all my wishes and regrets. I would never get to attend Harvard now. And I would never be able to live my 'free' life I had wanted so badly. I would never get to see Max again, or anyone in the Tipton. And I would never see Mom again. And they would search and search, and never find me. I felt so scared and alone that I was past shaking.
"I can't let you kill him" came Lola's voice. She pulled out her gun and pointed it at him. "Do anything to him. You can keep him with us, torture him, make him work, do anything. Just don't kill him." I peaked out of my arms to see she had stood in front of me strongly, pointing the gun at him. He had lowered his gun, with a sliver of fear shining in his eye. I crawled over to look at her face. No wonder he was scared. Her blonde hair was still in perfect place, and her lipstick was a shocking blood red because her makeup had rubbed off revealing her pale face. Her mascara had run and her eyes were bloodshot. In that short dress with the gun and perfect hair, she looked like an angry member of Charlie's Angels.
Lola, we can't let him stay. He could get away and rat us out! I could go to prison for years for that murder!"
"Well then keep him under lock and key! Just don't kill him."
I couldn't believe it.
Here I was, praying and getting ready to die. This woman had just saved my life…at least so far. It didn't make sense to me. It was strange not understanding something. I wasn't used to being confused, I always knew what was what and why and how and everything in that area. But now in this alley in the company of a murderer, I felt like a frightened 5 year old with no clue about what was going on. Why had Andrew killed that man in the first place? Why had he not killed me yet? Was Lola really in love with Andrew? Did he love her? Why was she dressed in that little dress? What was her connection with the murder?
I heard a loud bang and felt a hard pressure on my head. Slowly, the world spun around and the loud voices faded out, as I fell into unconsciousness.
Zack's POV
I burst out of my room ran up to Mom. "Mom! Cody is gone! He's gone! He left."
Mom looked at me and laughed. He's probably just out walking around or something. Go check to see if he left a note. That's just like him you know. I nodded at ran back into our room. Absentmindedly I stared around the room for a piece of paper. Then I saw it. Lying neatly on top of his nightstand was Cody's blankie with a piece of paper on top of it. I picked it up and silently read it to myself. With a sad sigh I sat on his bed and put my head in my hands. I had known, in my subconscious mind that something was up with Cody. I never had expected him to take such a drastic leave though. Was it my fault? Had I been the cause of his depression?
Sorry Its so short, My wonderful creative thing is over because of stuff going on. I was bored so I wrote. Please review and message me! Thanks so much you guys for the reviews before!