I sat my butt on the cold ground and felt the snow melt into my pants. Cole was alarmed and squatting while pointing the gun to the side of him. Zac might try to come around the truck.
The passenger door was open and blocked the other side, so if Zac did come this way, at least we'd have the door to protect us a little bit.
My heart raced and yelled for me to run, I could not do such a thing. I'd probably get shot in the process.
"Stay down." Cole looked to me and slowly starting walking around the truck.
I didn't say anything, I wasn't sure what to say.
Cole took slow steps towards the end on the truck as the shots Zac made were still going. I didn't hear any windows break. Or the truck being hit. Where was he shooting?
"ALRIGHT FUCKERS!" Zac yelled making Cole stop walking. He looked to me.
"Come out, come out!" Zac laughed.
Was he insane? Was he on something? Was he just fed up? Did he snap? What happened at the cabin when Cole went to retrieve the truck?
"I'm going to count to 3 and you better come out, Cole! And bring your little girlfriend too!" He continued to scream at us.
Cole looked to me and shook his head no. I was to not "come out" and see Zac.
I looked inside the truck. It was still running. Maybe we could hop in and take off so quickly Zac would be shocked and not shoot at us? Would the bullet penetrate the tires if he tried to stop us?
"1.....2......3!" A couple shots fired hitting the back window of the truck.
I jumped from fear.
"I'm serious! I'm not fucking playing around!" Zac stomped his foot in the snow.
I peaked my head up and looked through the trucks drivers window, still staying as low to the ground as possible. Zac stood still gripping his gun with all his might and pouting his face. This was a 5 year old temper tantrum gone wrong.
"How could you do this? I thought of you as a BROTHER, Cole. A BROTHER.." Zac words made Cole close his eyes.
Did he feel guilty for this? He better not be changing his mind on me.
"What we're doing isn't right!" Cole yelled back. These were the first words either of us has spoken to Zac.
"You never had a problem with it before? What changed?" Zac asked.
I watched as Cole's face faded into deep thought. He was for sure having some type of war flashback.
"I killed a girl!" He responded.
"And? Wasn't it glorious?" Zac asked.
He was sick. I couldn't believe this was a real conversation I was hearing.
"NO! I never wanted this! I never wanted any of this!" Cole stood up and pointed the gun in Zac's direction.
"Cole!" I jumped up and took a few steps towards him stopping myself from being shown completely.
"Think about this.." Zac started. He was pointing a gun and Cole too.
"If you point that gun at her instead of me, pull the trigger and erase this, we can go back to how things were before. I won't make you kill. I won't push you to keep getting girls. I'll just let you be."
I could tell Cole was considering it. His arms relaxed a little bit.
"I'm not going to kill her." Cole tightened his grip again.
Whew. He was still on my side.
"Fine. Just injure her. We can take her back and figure out what to do later."
"Emily...." Cole didn't take his eyes of Zac and his gun but called my name.
"Cole?" I replied.
My body shook afraid that he was going to betray me.
"Get in the truck!" He shouted pulling the trigger on his gun and aiming for Zac.
Zac was obviously caught off guard. He ran for cover behind some trees.
I jumped in the truck on the passenger side and leaned over to open the drivers door.
Cole kept shooting at the tree Zac was behind so he couldn't peak out from it and hopped in the truck with me. He hit the gas and we moved forward at an alarming rate. Cole's eyes were not on the road.
Not that there is even a road to be driving on anyway. I grabbed the wheel and directed us down a safe path.
Once we were far enough away from Zac, Cole placed the gun on his lap and shut his door. He slowed down the car and took control of the wheel.
He stopped the truck completely. His hands fell to his lap and his head fell backwards on the head rest. He was under some serious stress. He opened his mouth.
"I don't think I can do this." He told me.
What. What did he mean by that?
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Teen Fiction"Now that I know what makes you tick.." He said walking over to me. "I know how to make you listen to me." He brushed my hair behind my ears. Damn it. This is what I was afraid of. Showing too much emotion has caused him to see my weakness. "Don't...
