It was the fourth of July. Their thirteenth summer.
13 seems to be an unlucky number for us especially, Dani reflected. I don't think I like thirteen very much. At the moment, there were three bikes coming into her was Garret Michaels. One was Brady Simmons. And the third was Jack. They rode in like they owned it, leaving marks on the grass her dad worked so hard on.
"What do you want?" She demanded. Jack leered at her.
"We owe you a little something for what your friend did."
"Myles? What did he ever do to you?"
"All I said was that you were a gay, ugly, little girl, and he went berserk. Broke my nose." Jack pulled out a bag of poppers. One missed her side by an inch. Dani paled. Oh my god. Where are those two? The others procured some two. Soon, they were hitting their marks. Her face, her hands, her legs. She gave up trying to dodge them, and simply curled up in a ball. Please, please, let them stop! Just then, there was a crackle. Jack had a lighter in one hand, and a firecracker in the other. He's going to light it and throw it at me. He's going to kill me. Just then, her door banged open. It was Myles, and he was carrying a gun. (It was unloaded, but only he and Beckett knew that)Beckett was right behind him, cracking his knuckles menacingly.
"Put. The firecracker. Down." Myles said. Coldly, evenly. But there was something in his yes. A fire, that belied his cold tone. There was no mercy in those eyes. Perhaps the boys could see this. Perhaps this was why they ran.
Most likely, though, it was just the gun.
Myles kept it trained on them, until they were long gone. Then he handed it to Beckett, and ran to Dani. She had a multitude of small burns, and a few bruises. She was in the midst of a panic attack. Myles gently picked her up, and laid her on the couch. Four hours. That's how long her panic attack lasted. And that's how long Myles sat there next to her.
I know it's really short, but it was such an awesome idea! You can thank Hollyshortwannabe for this! And don't worry, next chapter will have some drama!