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Brandon drug himself out of bed when the alarm sounded, then grabbed his backpack and stumbled downstairs. This nightmare would finally be over tonight. He crept quietly to the door and slipped outside.
He got in his car and drove towards the Peach Pit, which didn't seem like a long drive. After parking, he dug around in his backpack until his fingers wrapped around the small hand gun that he'd bought illegally the day before.
He got out of the car, then walked towards the closed building since it wasn't time for the Peach Pit to open yet. He knew that this was where Shane and his gang liked to hang out at.
But no one was here... not yet anyway, so he decided to hide out and wait.
It wasn't long before when voices sounded in the distance, which sounded like Rachel and Shane's. When they got close enough, he decided to come out of hiding, pointing the shaky gun at them.
Shane chuckled. "What are you going to do with that thing, Walsh? Hurt yourself?" He started to reach for his own gun when Brandon pulled the trigger, in which the shot hit Shane's shoulder. He fell backwards to the ground, then winced.
"Brandon!" Rachel hurried over to check on Shane. "You shot him!"
Shane pushed her away. "I'm okay! He didn't hurt me or anything!" Then he staggered to his feet, holding his wounded shoulder.
Brandon kept the gun trained on him, trying to hold it steady. "How about the people you've hurt?!" He hissed.
Shane glared at him. "You mean like Charlie?" He chuckled. "Charlie had it coming to him!"
Brandon cocked the gun. "Like you do?"
Both Shane and Rachel fell silent at that, but then Rachel spoke. "Charlie didn't want to come to the Peach Pit, he said that he even tried to get you to reconsider a different place."
Brandon shrug. "That's the first I'm hearing that. He told me that he would love to meet at the Peach Pit."
"Brandon, stop!" A familiar voice called behind him, and Brenda started towards him with Kelly and Dylan not to far off. "You'll have a life time of regret if you pull that trigger!"
Brandon glanced at her, slowly lowering the gun.
Sirens sounded in the distance. "Sounds like it's almost all over," Kelly spoke up.
"No!" Rachel stole Shane's gun. "I'm not going back to jail!" She pointed it at Brandon and fired.
Brenda jumped when a gun went off. "Brandon!" She hurried over and crouched down beside him.
Needing a hostage, Rachel grabbed Kelly, pointing the gun at anyone who got in her way as she left.
"You forgot me!" Shane called after her, chasing behind as he cradled his injured shoulder. "Watch your back, Walsh!" He called over his shoulder.
Dylan picked up Brandon's gun from the ground where he had dropped it, then chased after them to save Kelly.
Brenda pulled her jacket off, then put it on the gun shot wound on his side to stop the bleeding. "Stay with me, Brandon, help is on the way," she spoke up as a couple of police cars pulled up, followed by an ambulance.
Rachel pushed Kelly in front of her. "Would you move any faster?!"
Kelly shook her head. "No I wont! You just shot one of my friends! I don't even know if he's okay or not and you want me to move faster?!"
Rachel rolled her eyes. "Oh boo hoo. Just go!"
A gun went off behind them causing Kelly to glance over her shoulder. "Look it's my knight in shining armor." She punched Rachel in the face when the woman was distracted for a split second, then she hurried over to Dylan.
Rachel groaned to herself, then hopped up. "Come on, Shane!" She called, running off.
Kelly watched them leave. "How's Brandon?" She asked hesitantly.
Dylan sighed. "Not to good, come on, Kel; let's head back."
Cindy sat impatiently in the waiting room while Jim was pacing. "I wish we had known things were this bad"
Brenda glanced up from where she was sitting at. "He didn't want anyone to know... not even me."
Brandon would be okay, right? He had to be. Brenda was lost in thought and almost didn't hear the doctor come out to talk to her parents.
She breathed a sigh of relief at the doctor's words. She didn't wait for him to finish talking before she hurried into Brandon's room. She was greeted by the beeping of the heart monitor as she sat down in the chair closest to the bed. "Brandon?" She spoke up softly.
She slipped her hand into his and squeezed it gently.
Brandon glanced at her, and forced a weak smile. "Hey, Bren," he spoke up softly.
Brenda smiled. "Hey there. How you feeling?"
"Like I got hit by a bus," he answered. "What did happen?"
She glanced at him in confusion. "You don't remember?"
Before he could answer her, their parents came in, with Dylan and Kelly behind.
Brenda got out of the chair and backed away to let the others talk to him. "He didn't remember what happened."
Kelly glanced at her. "He doesn't?"
Brenda shook her head. But Shane and Rachel were still on the loose.. what if they came after him again? Did he even remember Charlie's death? She walked back over to him. "What's the last thing you remember?" She asked softly.
He thought a moment. "Andrea wanting me to interview some guy named Charlie Townsend," he answered.
Dun dun dun.. I was going to end this story with this last chapter, so I was going to let the cops arrest Shane and Rachel, but then I decided that I wasn't ready to end this story yet.Oh and I apologize if I got anything wrong in this chapter, medically speaking since I was too lazy to look anything up on Google. Anyways, follow, favorite, review, or all three. Toodles now!!!!