Ok, I keep forgetting to do this, so I'll do it now, OVER 120 REVEIWS?! OMMIGOSH I LOVE YOU TOO! YOU GUYS AMAZING! (Clears throat) Seriously though, thank you so much! it really helps the story going! I have a surprise for you during this chapter! hope you like it! I'll explain it later, don't question it :)
Four months later (Now a total of sixteen!)
Like that?" I asked as I took aim. Nick shook his head and readjusted my hands.
"Close," He commented, "Not quite."
I sighed, "This isn't getting any easier!" I focused my sight on the glass bottle in front of me.
"Patience," His lips twitched upward and I heard amusement in his voice, "You'll get use to it."
"Why couldn't Bonnie just get more handguns!" I was frustrated. Nick was teaching me how to use a rifle, considering that was all we had.
He rolled his eyes, "We're lucky we have what we do."
I let out an annoyed sound, "I don't like rifles!"
"Well," He fixed my aim again, "You gotta learn how to use one."
"You barley know how to use one!" I looked at him. I put on a wicked smile before continuing, "Why am I taking lessons from you?" I smirked and narrowed my eyes at him, "Pete's the best shot!"
He rolled his eyes once more, "Go ahead and shoot. Make sure you brace yourself, those things have a strong kickback." My finger hovered over the trigger. Hesitantly, I shot at my target. I heard the bottle shatter, but the gun caused me to fall. Nick laughed his ass off. I looked at him sternly. I let him have a moment to calm down before I pouted.
""Love you too, bastard," He wiped a tear from his eye and helped me up. I picked up the rifle and handed it to him. He held it with his left hand. and I extended mine so that I could hold his.
"Sorry Clem," He apologized, still laughing a bit. He rubbed his thumb over my smaller one.
"Sure you are," I sarcastically replied, "Lets go back. Im hungry."
He nodded in agreement. I kept my hand in his the whole time we followed the trail. Luke managed to find a cabin while we were on the move. We sat around, in fear that Carver would find us, for awhile. We're all starting to calm down a bit. Luke is sleeping normally again and Sarah has even begun to smile more. Carlos has learned to relax (Kinda) . Rebecca's still under a horrible amount of stress, still being pregnant and all. Her stomach has swelled! it's bigger than my head!
Rebecca and Alvin still fear for their baby. Alvin more scared about it's survival. Food, clothes, formula, stuff like that. However, Rebecca's still worried about Carver. She still believes it's his baby. Biologically, anyway. She thinks, and she's told me this, that Carver is obsessed with regaining his family back. She thinks Carver will kill Alvin, who is oblivious to the possibility that it isn't his. Frankly, I don't think it's Alvin either, but the baby will need him. As much as I hate Alvin, I care for Rebecca to much to cause drama. I still haven't forgiven him for murdering George in front of me. I just try to avoid the big man as much as possible.
I'm a little concerned for Luke. With Carver gone and him having lead our escape, he adopted the role as leader. I don't envy the position. Personally, I think he's doing a wonderful job. He's kept us safe. He's even kept Carlos stocked up on medicine! I have no idea how, but he did. He's starting to look a bit older every day. As if, each morning does the same amount of damage as a year. I honestly feel bad for him.
But hey, no ones dead!
Nick and I got back about an hour ago. I walked into the kitchen and saw him and Carlos, face to face, hands curled into a fist and eyes that would burn a hole into your flesh. He looked very mad, and that he was trying to calm himself down. He took a deep breath through his nose. I felt my heart speed up, afraid of what was going to happen next. I bit my bottom lip and looked at the two. Sarah backed up and kept her hands in a defensive position. Her knees where slightly bended and she flinched a little whenever someone said something, as if the words were threatening to hit her. I whistled to get their attention. It worked on Carlos, he looked at me for about thirty seconds. Nick, however didn't move an inch. He kept shooting hatred through his eyes. I had to ask:
"What's going on?" I put a hand on Nick, "Are you alright?"
"Clem," He spoke without looking at me, "Take Sarah, and go to your room."
"Dad?" Sarah's voice quivered as she looked at the Hispanic man.
He nodded, "It's alright, sweetie. Just go upstairs."
"What did I walk into?" I asked again, more annoyed then anything else.
"Nothing," Nick said, still staring at the other man, "Carlos is just being an asshole."
"I was just pointing out that it isn't normal for-"
"Well what the fuck is normal anymore?" Nick interrupted him with an angry half yell.
That was all it took. Sarah grabbed my arm and dashed upstairs, in an attempt to avoid hearing the argument that was sure to take place. Carlos and Nick have been doing that a lot lately. I'm pretty sure they're about me.
Carlos still dislikes me. He still doesn't like it when I spend time with Sarah and he still demands respect from may be all it's about, respect. Carlos can be impossible to understand, and I have no idea why such a thing would mean so much to him, but I thinks that's all it is. And of course, I have to be stubborn by not giving it to him (Luke says I got that from Nick). And of course, my father figure thinks that I should respect whoever I want. He believes I'm mature enough to make those kinds of decisions on my own. And Carlos becomes impatient by it, by the way Nick is caring for me, and he takes it out on me. And Nick, being Nick, becomes defensive whenever Carlos raises his voice to me.
"Why cant our dad's just get along?" Sarah asked in her innocent voice. Ripping me from my thoughts.
Because your dad is a smug son of a bitch.
"Nick technically isn't my dad," I corrected her
She playfully shoved me, "He might as well be!"
I rubbed my face, "You too?!"
"Don't act like it bothers you," She smiled, "Nick loves you. You could be his daughter."
She was right, it didn't bother me. I loved Nick. He was my, what one would call: Guardian, protector, defender. But dad? I have tried to avoid thinking about it. Not because I don't care for Nick, but because I think Nick would become uncomfortable if I called him such a thing. I'd hate to scare him off.
"Well," I began, but I was interrupted by the sound of footsteps. Pretty soon, Luke charged in. His eyes were dilated and his breathing was hitched. I stood up, and walked to him. It felt as if some of his adrenaline passed off on me. I knitted my eyebrows, "What's going on?"
"Clem," Luke looked behind him, "Just do me a favor and, stay inside. Please?"
"What's going on?" I asked again, ignoring his request. Luke glanced at Sarah, who now was in her defensive position again, and back at me.
"It's nothing. I'm gonna go back outside and-" He never got to finish that sentence. A gunshot rang from the back yard and as soon as it went off, Luke dashed out of that room. I quickly followed.
"Sarah, stay inside," I yelled from downstairs as I grabbed one of the rifles.
"Whoa, whoa what the fuck?!" I heard Luke from outside.
"Every lurker from a mile probably heard that!" Rebecca.
"Hold on now!" Theres Alvin.
I ran outside and shut the door behind me. My friends stood there, around somebody who was on the ground. Luke looked at me, "Didn't a tell you to stay inside?" I ignored him and went to stand my Nick. Nick raised an eyebrow at me.
"You really should do as Luke says," He said. At least, I think that's what he said. Every sound that I could've heard was blocked out. Because, I was staring into his eyes. He's alive. Time stood still as he looked back at me. Eyes once filled with humor and concern, now had hate and misunderstanding. But I didn't care, my first instinct was to go out and hug him. But my body refused to move. I have missed him. When I remembered where they were, I moved a shaky leg forward, only to be pushed back by Nick.
"No," I muttered, "It cant be." Nick said something, but I still couldn't hear.
"Well," My old friend straightened his back, "Never thought I'd see you again."
I took a deep breath in before asking, "Omid?"