Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Hazel Eyes ❯ The Gun She Didn't Know How to Use ( Chapter 10 )

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Hazel Eyes

Chapter Ten

The Gun She Didn't Know How to Use

Introducing

(Dean Collier and His Remarkably Good Timing)

In all my seventeen years of living, I never thought I would ever have to use a gun. I was currently hiding out in the laundry, behind the mounds of clothing that were hanging up, trying to work out this stupid weapon. It was heavy and I was to afraid to pull the trigger in case it went off; wasn't I supposed to cock the gun or something?

The cold metal against my skin made me shiver, the frightening realization of my predicament was dawning on me and to be brutally honest - I was shit scared.

For once in my life, I wished I was stronger, braver, maybe then I wouldn't have left Tessa, Claudia and Alice lying back in the kitchen. I hadn't run out on them, I just wanted to get some help, but it backfired and now they were in trouble. Maybe if I just hand myself in, maybe then those men would stop and just leave. God forbid I was even worried about Colt and Greg, I really hoped they hadn't been killed. Even though I had a strong dislike for Colt, being the pompous asshole he is, I still couldn't shake the feeling they had been remotely nice to me - and hell, Greg practically saved my ass when he chucked me in Dean's study.

I hoisted myself up and onto the dryer, sitting down so I could check my arm. I must have fractured my wrist, if it was broken I wouldn't be able to move it at all, but it still needed medical attention. My shoulder on my good arm was also rather sore considering I had landed on it a number of times, including when I had knocked over the table. I could just see my Mother right now, yelling and threatening to sue the bastards who had done this to me.

I had taken so much for granted, my freedom and family, my dad would have given me the world if I would have just given the time to get to know the man. I shut them out because I was too wound up in my own affairs to really look at the problems my parents were going through, I was resentful towards my own Sister for no apparent reason.

Now look where I am, in a basement, Laundromat, whatever it is, withering in my own self pity and hiding out from men who wish to either kill me or kidnap me all over again.

I looked down at my white blouse, dirt stained the low neck collar and a large patch of blood was evident, obviously from when I accidentally stabbed myself with Dean's letter opener. The the gash hurt, and I knew if I didn't put something over it the wound could easily get infected.

I made a mental note to hide when Claudia found her low cut blouse later on.

I took off the destroyed material, chucking it behind the dryer, and went in search of something clean to put on. The jean's I had on were in no better state, but I wasn't about to go running around in just my underwear looking for a whole new outfit, God only knows what they'd do if those men found me like that.

I sifted through the mounds of clothing hanging up on the railing, finally stopping when I landed on something remotely decent. It was a jean jacket that zipped up the front, no pockets and a low cut collar, similar to the white blouse I had on. It looked rather expensive, no doubt it's Claudia's, but I think she wouldn't have many doubts with me just borrowing it for the time being.

Lifting the jacket out of the plastic, I took it out and pulled it on. The cold denim against my skin made me shiver, it was a tight fit and I felt extremely fat just wearing it. Claudia was seriously kidding herself if she thought she could fit into this jacket.

“Has anyone checked down here yet?”

Was it just me, or did I have the worst timing in history?

I quickly zipped the jacket the rest of the way - or as far as it would go - and made a dash for the door on the opposite side of the laundry. I was incredibly happy that the house was so big, that it needed two exits in every main room.

I made sure to hold the gun firmly, at least I could act like I knew how to shoot the thing and maybe scare someone off. I closed the door gently behind me and made a dash down the hallway, heading straight for the stair's that would lead me back to the kitchen.

“Hey, you!” I heard someone yell.

Shit.

I looked behind me; the door I had just exited was now swarming with about three men, obviously chasing after me. Adrenalin kicked in as I made a dash up the stairs and out the door at the top, I slammed the door shut and was disappointed to find no lock in sight.

“Every other bloody door in this screwed up house has locks inside and out, why not that one?!” I cried as I frantically tried to find somewhere to hide. Who was I kidding? I'm not ready to face off a handful of angry men with a gun I didn't even know how to use!

Without looking where I was going, I made a swift turn and hit something hard, sending me back and landing on my backside. This was it, I was a dead girl, and all because I couldn't have just stayed in that stupid restaurant with my parents. I held my eyes closed and pointed the gun up towards the thing who had knocked me down. I hoped I was pointing at someone and not just a really big lamp.

“And what do you plan on doing with that, Princess?”

I heard a number of swift amused laughs. I opened my eyes and lowered my gun, the sight I saw made me happier then when I was five years old on Christmas. Spencer and Cole both had two men tied and gagged, guns pointed at their heads. Three other men I recognized from the day before were all armed, but none had any prisoner's. And that cocky son of a- Okay, I really shouldn't insult the guy who could basically save my life, or take it away; but Dean was standing in front of me, an arrogant smirk on his face.

I didn't have time to think, I jumped to my feet and hid behind him.

“Well, this is new” he laughed, turning his head and looking at me.

The men who were chasing me seconds before came to a halt at the living room entrance. They seemed surprised when they first saw Dean, but quickly got over their shock as they reached for their guns. I heard clicking noises behind me and turned around to see what they were. The three armed men had their - very large - guns pointed at the assassins. The men in the doorway froze.

“Either you and the rest of your team get the fuck out of my house, or these guys” Dean nodded towards the guys with their guns armed and pointed “Start shooting”

The men paled slightly, stepping back carefully so not to make any sudden movements.

“Oh, and tell Harson to keep his dogs on their leashes or someone might just get hurt”

I jumped when I heard two gunshots from behind me. Latching onto Dean's shirt, I turned my head to take a glimpse. I really wish I hadn't.

The men Cole and Spencer had hostage laid dead on the ground, bullet wounds to the head. I could feel the contents of my last meal resurfacing and latched onto Dean with a tighter grasp, he didn't seem to mind as he continued to glare at the rival men who stood scared in the doorway.

“That's our final warning” Dean growled. The men scattered, one of them talking on his walkie-talkie type thing. I suspected he was telling the rest of the men in the house to leave.

I poked my tong out at them as they scattered. I'm so mature, it clearly showed at the happy dance I was doing in my mind.

“And you”

Happy dance officially over.

“What about me?” I stepped away from Dean.

“What, may I ask, were you doing with a gun? Why is my house a wreck? Where the hell are my men, the guys who are supposed to be trained professionals?” he sighed and narrowed his hazel eyes at me “I never thought one little girl could cause me so many problems”

I am not a little girl! I was almost eighteen years old thank you very much.

“I should ask you that question! Why were those guys after me? Where were you when they came after me, Alice, Claudia and Tessa?”

Alice, Claudia and Tessa, I forgot all about them.

“By the way, where are Alice, Claudia and Tessa?” I asked, my voice lowering considerably.

Dean let out an annoyed groan “Someone clean up those bodies! The rest of you search the house for anymore of Harson's men, I want them found!” he yelled, turning his gaze to me “You, come with me and show me where you last saw the girls”

At this command I would usually just tell him to go hump a log, but seeing as I wanted to find Alice and Tessa just as much as he did, I complied with Dean's order. However, before I got a chance to take two steps forward, Dean spread out his palm towards mine “Gun, please” Oh, yeah, the gun I didn't know how to use. I handed it over to him without any complaints and quickly made a dash for the door's heading towards the kitchen.

Hopefully, Tessa and Alice were okay. Claudia, well, if she was dead I doubt Dean would be too happy with me.

Final Words

Dean: “God, this girl is a pain in the ass…”