Chapter 22: continuation 2

Having reached the backyard, holding her hand so that she would not cause great pain while running, the girl looked around the corner of the house and immediately hid back behind the wall. On the street stood a strong guy with a machine gun over his shoulder, who then grabbed her by the hair. Turning back at the heavy footsteps, Hailey screamed as she saw the guy who shot through the window running after her. The brunet from the backyard heard a scream. He quickly shrugged the machine gun from his shoulder and pointed the muzzle in Hailey's direction. The girl was surrounded from both sides, preventing her from escaping. A shot rang out and Hailey closed her eyes in fear, her hands covering her ears through the pain in her left shoulder. The ground near his feet flew up from the bullet fired from the other guy's gun.

'Come to me without any antics or you will get a bullet,' the guy warned, approaching the girl.

'Josh! Josh, help!' The girl shouted, not knowing where to go, two guys approached her from two sides.

The window on the second floor was shattered by the shot and the girl quickly sat down on her knees with a squeal, covering her head with her hands. Fragments rained down from above, quickly falling to the ground in the form of snow. Two more shots sounded and the girl screamed again, still afraid to open her eyes. In response, a shootout broke out with a man on top and two guys on either side of Hailey.

'Hale, damn it, run! Run to the garage and lock yourself up there!' Josh yelled from the second floor, firing a shot at the burly brunette.

The girl rose to her feet, covering her head with her hands, continuing to run forward, closing her eyes every time the ground near her feet shuddered from the shots. When she reached a small building, she pulled the handle down, trying to open it, until a hoarse voice behind her stopped her.

'Where are you going, honey?' The cold muzzle of a gun pressed against her temple.

'Dean, please let me go.'

'I can pull the shard from your arm, but only counting on the fact that you are not stupid,' hot fingers touched her shoulder, which made the girl wince in discomfort.

'Please,' Hailey agreed, trying to ignore the gunshots and screams.

The curly-haired guy removed the gun from his temple, putting it on the safety. Putting the gun in the bottom pocket of his jeans, the guy turned the girl to his side.

'I'll just take it out, you understand?' The boy warned, taking her injured hand in his large palms.

The girl nodded in agreement, blinking. 'It's going to hurt, be patient,' Dean warned again, placing one hand on the girl's shoulder so she couldn't move her hand.

Gently taking the shard with two fingers from above, he heard the girl grunt, pursing her lips. Quickly pulling out a large fragment from the skin, the girl screamed through tears from a sharp pain.

'Let's go,' the boy growled, changing his voice from quiet and soft to menacing. Dean pulled out his gun, unlatched it and pointed it at the girl again. The girl moved away from the garage door, started to walk towards the house, exactly where Dean directed her. The cold muzzle of a pistol pressed against her back as soon as she stopped for fear of returning to the house where the shooting was going on.

'Let me go!' She screamed, feeling a rough blow to her back.

'Go or I'll shoot, I'm not the one who's afraid to shoot you. If you need it, you'll get a bullet.'

The door of the house swung open and Josh ran out with a machine gun in his hands. Turning back, he fired and heard the cry of a man in the house.

'Josh!' Hailey yelled and the guy turned to his name, looking at the girl with his eyes.

'Bitch,' the guy grumbled, pointing the gun at Josh, still hiding behind Hailey's body.

'Let her go!' The guy shouted, starting to approach the curly-haired guy with the girl.

'Am I that stupid, man?' Dean chuckled, gripping the gun tighter. 'Stay where you are or I'll put a hole in her wonderful head!'

The cold muzzle touched the girl's temple again. Tonri squeezed the girl's waist in his hands to such an extent that it would definitely leave a bruise. Hale tried to remove his hand, but all he did was whisper in her ear.

'Stay still.'

'Oh,' the unexpected appearance of James took everyone by surprise, apparently Foster himself did not expect to see so many people here, and indeed such a situation.

Josh quickly turned back, coming face to face with the blond. The guy pointed the gun at Josh, pulling the trigger, but the guy quickly reacted by stepping to the side, which caused the shot to go into the tree. Another shot was fired, and the girl squealed at the deafening sound near her ears. The bullet screeched through the air, finally hitting Josh's right leg. The girl screamed as she watched the boy fall to the ground with a loud moan of pain.

'Let me go! Josh! No, just not that! Let go!' Hysteria covered Hailey and the girl, unconsciously how it all ends, began to break out of Dean's grip. 'Don't touch him, Jay! Please, I'll do whatever you want! Please!'

Hailey pleaded through tears and sobs as she watched the blond lean towards the guy, grabbing his shirt.

'Will you do everything?' Foster stopped, looking up at the girl.

'Do not dare! Just try to touch her!' Josh yelled, trying to get to his feet.

'Okay,' a smirk spread across James' face. 'Get in the car. Let her go, Dean,' the blond begged, turning his attention back to his enemy.

Grabbing the guy by the hair, he lifted his head so that he looked into his eyes. The boy groaned, closing his eyes in pain. 'You see, there's nothing you can do,' Jay waved his head at the running girl. 'I won this game,' the guy said, letting go of the guy's hair.

Hailey ran towards the house, trying to find some of her friends. His heart was pounding wildly, bursting out of his chest. Tears dried on his face, turning into salty paths. Her legs hurt so much that it seemed that the girl would immediately trip over them and fall. Having reached the backyard, the girl opened the back door, noticing a certain silence. The furniture was shot through, and there were several stuck bullets in the walls. Walking into the living room, Hailey screamed, covering her mouth with her hand to muffle her own scream. On the floor was a guy with a bullet through his heart. Blood stained his snow-white T-shirt, leaving a red stain on it. The girl ran away to the second floor, praying to find her friends there. Hailey searched every room, finding no one. A heavy rumble was heard from the street, and the girl became alert. It didn't sound like a gunshot, it was just the heavy sound of something being dropped. There was no window in the room, only pieces of glass hanging from the frame. The fragments were scattered on the floor and on other pieces of furniture. Carefully, so as not to cut herself, the brown-haired woman went to the hole on the wall to find out what that sound was.

'Not this one,' the girl whispered, causing tears from what she saw again to appear in her eyes.

The pain in his heart throbbed.

The past life returns with every Foster intrusion. Michael, Austin and Brian stood outside the garage completely defenseless as James Foster's men were around them. Josh was held on both sides by strong men, he barely stood, leaning on their shoulders. He was exhausted and his head was bowed down. James stood closer to them, discussing something menacingly. 'Enough! You lose!' His hand immediately pointed the gun at Josh, the muzzle pressed against his heart.

The pain of realization stung in my heart. Foster won't let her go anyway, why risk the lives of those you care about? It is better to take everything upon yourself, building a security wall around those who are dear to you. In some cases, the choice is yours to save someone's life. ‘Jay! Please! Don't touch them!' The girl shouted, through sobs with a share of hysteria from hopelessness.

The blond turned his head, meeting his ocean-colored blue eyes during the storm with her brown eyes, radiating a sense of pain that covered the girl from the head, causing her to choke on this feeling. They stood and looked at each other, lost in feelings. The world has gone from under your feet, leaving only a clear image of her and him. He looked at her with a cold look, trying not to remember his life, from which he fled. With such a look, he looked at the lifeless body of his mother, with such eyes he watched what was happening with his mother next to him, with such a feeling in his chest, he watched how a strange mother was caring for her little baby, who was crying because he had fallen. She looked up at him, watching the ocean sink into the abyss, allowing a clear blue sky to emerge. She looked into his eyes, remembering how she sobbed when she was told that her parents had died in a car accident. She looked at him and he looked at her. Everyone thought about their past, completely unaware that it was identical.