"Don't shoot them, Bobby, or I'll kill you!"

I was watching Bobby, a smirk on his face, aim his gun at Alyssa, who was his own girlfriend, and Drew, my helpless cousin. Ashlyn was scared but I can't find Noah. Was Noah dead? Oh, God, I hope he wasn't dead. If he was...it'll be my fault. Why were my parents...whatever they were!? I know they can't control it...or maybe I have it. Is that why they're after my family? My mind was going through a whole loop. Bobby looks at me and scoffs.

"You're not my dad...nor my grandpa! You think feeling in your family's shoes is easy, tough boy..?", he says through his teeth.

"Yea, grandson of Peter Hayes!"

"SHUT UP!"

Bobby shoots at me but I duck. Ashlyn screams and covers her ears as she sinks to the floor. I scan around me and saw all of my friends, Bobby, but somewhat I see a laying body. Unmoving. I turn sickly green. Noah. Ashlyn was looking at where I was looking at and walked over to it. She touches it and shudders. She turns it to its' side, and it was Noah as he was moaning in pain, his wound on his lower abdomen bleeding slowly. Ashlyn cries out loud and whimpers as she sees her almost dying brother and hugs him. She finds some bandages from her pocket (where she kept for most emergencies) and wraps up her brother, who kisses her hand in thanking her. I sigh a breath of relief. Noah's not dead. Thank God. I have to do something or else someone else dies. I can't afford to have that happen. I slowly grab my gun and shot back at Bobby, who ducks and glares at me, then focuses on Alyssa, who was near crying. I gape at her. Alyssa never cries! Wow. She WAS scared...and it was my fault. I groan.

Think, Tobias, THINK! Everyone will DIE if you don't do a damn thing!

"Bobby Haye-Jackson. Big jackass of Chicago. AKA Lil' Peter.", I say with a smirk. "How's YOU doin'?"

"Dude, we're about to die, and your dumb ass wanna make JOKES!", says Drew. "Kill Bobby so we can go home already..!"

I roll my eyes. "Fine."

I go over to him and grab the front of his shirt, but the weird thing was...he was chuckling. CHUCKLING. In front of me. That bastard!

"You think this is funny, Peter...?"

"My. Name's. Not. PETER!"

Bobby shot me on the arm and I cry out.

"Tobias!", screams Drew as he got up to tackle Bobby, his gun still in his hand. He tackles him to the ground and Alyssa grabs his gun and says, "Make him pay, Drew!"

Bobby was struggling but he laughs. "Says the girl who left them for me. I still remember that day..."

"Shut up about that!", says Alyssa, too quickly.

"Tell your little plaything about us, Aly babe..."

Drew wouldn't let go of him but he asked, "What's this idiot talkin' 'bout, Al?"

Alyssa was shaking her head. "Nothin'. Don't worry about it, alright? It was nothing."

"So, our little encounter was nothing to you...?", says Bobby.

I look at her then at him.

Something was up.

"Let's just say..." says bobby with a smirk. "your little friend here...is good with her mouth."

That was when Drew sucker-punched him. But, honestly, I was more mad at Alyssa than with Bobby. Sure, he was holding us hostage and in gunpoint, but still...? Alyssa slept with-no-fucked with Bobby to get on his side. AND to get to me. Not cool. Alyssa tries to run but I stop her, grabbed her shoulder and said, "Not cool, bro. You got mad at us, so you slept with Bobby, who I remind you, RAPED Ashlyn. How low can you GET, dude?!"

"You CAN'T be talking! You're dating an AMITY. May I remind YOU?"

Damn. Words DO sting.

"Ashlyn isn't the problem. YOU left US. Drew nearly died because of you, we're in this MESS because of assholes like you two..! I hope your little 'fling' was worth it...you whore."