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𝘚𝘺𝘭𝘷𝘪𝘦'𝘴 𝘗𝘖𝘝

Rafe points the gun at us and my heart hammers against my chest as Sarah desperately pulls me behind her. I try to swap our places but both Sarah and John B shoot me a look that screams 'don't cause an argument' so I stay back.

Peterkin starts to gasp for breath and John B jumps into action, fearing for the cop who has tried to help him out.

"Hey. Hey. Hold still. Hold still. It's okay. Where is it?" John B coos, dropping to his knees next to her "Oh, my- I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry" The Routledge boy repeats as he unties his bandana from around his neck and presses it against her wound to stop the bleeding.

"No, no" Sarah sobs and I grab her, pulling her into my arms.

"Call for help" Peterkin wheezes out as our father talks to Rafe.

John B slowly grabs the radio on her belt and I freeze in anticipation, my heart beating ten to a dozen.

"Dad!" Rafe screams, noticing the boy with the radio.

"Hey. Wait!" Our father barks.

"Hey!" Rafe hollers, pointing the gun at John B.

"Rafe, no! Rafe!" Our father warns him and I shake with worry, Sarah clinging onto me.

"Don't try it, asshole" Rafe spits out.

"Rafe" Our father snaps before looking down "John B, give me the radio"

"No" John B retorts.

"Come on. Give me the radio. The damn radio" Our father huffs, taking the radio from John B's hand.

With the radio goes my hope and Sarah falls to her knees, sobbing. I stand rooted in my spot, my hands violently shaking in fear and all hope lost.

Rafe moves the gun to me for a split second and tears stream down my face, accepting that this might be my last day on earth.

"Rafe, I've got it. Calm down" Our father tells him, showing him the radio "Rafe, put the gun down. I got it"

"Run" Peterkin chokes out.

"I'm not leaving you" John B argues, looking up to my father who is speaking with Rafe.

"He can't do anything. He can't. I got you. You're okay" Our father assures my brother.

"Run!" Peterkin pleads and John B looks up at me.

Desperately needing to get my friend away from my trigger happy older brother, I nod at him encouragingly and he sheds a tear, a torn expression on his face.

"I'm sorry" He breathes out, standing up and backing up next to us.

"Where are you goin'? Huh?" Rafe calls out angrily.

"Run" Sarah snaps.

Where you going, John B?" Rafe asks aggressively.

"Run!" I stress, pushing my friend

Rafe charges forward to chase John B but Sarah and I throw ourselves at him, our father trying to split the three of us apart.

"No!" Sarah yells.

"Stop!" I cry out.

"Sarah!" Rafe barks "Sylvie!"

He pushes the both of us into our father and starts firing shots at the running John B.

"NO!" I scream, jumping at my brother.

"Sylvie!" Sarah sobs.

"Please don't" I beg, trying to wrestle the gun out Rafe's hand.

"Back off, Sylvie!" He warns me.

A shot goes off, whizzing past me and Sarah lurches forward to my aid. Before Rafe can shoot at us, or Sarah to be honest, our father grabs him and yanks him away.

"Rafe, no! Wait! Rafe, please!" Our father pleads, holding him tightly as Rafe screams in anger.

I drop down next to Peterkin and press down on the wound, hoping to stop her from bleeding out.

"I'm sorry" I cry.

"It's not your fault, sweetie" She wheezes, heaving in breaths.

"I'm still sorry" I sob.

"Dad, I was trying to-" Rafe tries to reason.

"Shut up!" Our father barks at him before looking at us "Sarah, Sylvie, I need you girls to-"

"No!" Sarah snaps.

"Sylvie, I need you to get up" He tells me and I shake my head, tears rolling down my cheeks.

"She is dying!" I argue.

"Enough!" He yells.

"What is wrong with you?!" I shriek in disbelief.

He turns to Rafe and grabs his shoulders.

"Take your sisters home. Get them home" He demands.

"What?" Rafe frowns.

"Get them home. Take them home" Our father repeats himself.

"I'm not leaving until the medics get here!" I retort.

"Get them home!" Our father booms in anger.

"I'm not going!" I state defiantly.

"You heard dad" Rafe replies, grabbing my arm.

"Get your hands off me!" I scream.

"Dad!" Sarah yells at him in disbelief as Rafe rips me off the ground.

"I'm on the radio! Girls, look! I'm calling!" Our father assures Sarah and I, showing us the radio in his hands.

"No! Let me go!" I screech and Rafe angrily throws me over his shoulder.

"Sarah, move!" Rafe barks and my sister looks between me and Peterkin with a torn look "Now!"

She lets out a frustrated sigh and jogs after us as Rafe carries me to the car.

"Rafe, stop it! Let me go!" I holler in anger, kicking and screaming.

"Get in the car" He growls, shoving me in the passenger seat and slamming the door shut "Don't move!"

I cower in fear at the anger on his face and he realises this, pushing Sarah into the back seat before jumping into the driver seat. He immediately starts up the engine and swerves away from the runway at a dangerous speed.

My tears run dry and I stare in front of me in shock, Sarah still sniffling in the back. My gaze drops to my hands and the blood staining them turns my stomach.

"She had the hammer back. You know that" Rafe declares.

"No" Sarah replies.

"She was gonna blow his head off" Rafe states.

"No, she was arresting him, Rafe" Our sister argues.

"Okay, I couldn't sit there and let it happen, okay?" He tells us, his eyes watering "She was gonna kill him"

"Yeah, yeah. Yeah, she was gonna kill him" Rafe mumbles, trying to convince himself what he done was the right thing as tears run down his face.

Without a second thought about the situation, I grab the door handle and swing the car door open.

"Hey! Hey!" Rafe barks.

Sarah screams in surprise and I make the move to jump out but Rafe grabs me, yanking me back in the car. The car door slams shut and I try to open it again but he grabs my arm, pulling me roughly towards him.

"Hey, get back in!" He orders and a yelp of pain leaves my lips when he squeezes my arm tightly.

"Ow! Rafe! No!" I fight with him.

"What are you doing?!" He shouts at me.

"Get off of me!" I retort through fresh tears and he lets me go.

"Swear to God, all right! I've had it with your bullshit! Both of you! You need to focus. You understand me?" He yells at us.

"Do you realise what you've done?" Sarah asks.

"I saved dad. What was I supposed to do, okay? Sit there, hope for the best? All right? Listen, I'm a proactive type of person" He rants, turning to me and grabbing the back of my neck so I'm looking at him "Sylvie, I'm a proactive type of person!"

"Get off of her! Don't you dare touch her!" Sarah barks, slapping his hand off me.

"Hope is not a strategy, okay?" He tells us, looking between us and I look forwards at the road to see we're headed right towards an oncoming car.

"Rafe! Car!" I scream, pointing at it.

He swerves back to the correct side of the road, my head hitting off the window at the sudden jerk and the other car beeps it's horn loudly. I can hear Sarah's loud breaths from my seat and my heart hammers against my chest in anxiety.

"I'm the problem solver in this family, okay?" Rafe declares.

"Okay" Sarah mumbles.

"Okay?!" Rafe screams in my face and I shake in fear.

"Okay!" I answer.