Soap?
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Thread Topic: Soap?
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"Just drive." He grunted and closed his eyes. His head was pounding and his eyes hurt it seemed like. James was over this whole night already and he just wanted to go home.. Wherever it was.
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Again, Ryan smirked as he turned his eyes back on the road. "Touchy," he muttered through his smirk as he turned for a curve on the road.
They were almost to Petro's house. Ryan had known for a while where Petro lived, but didn't think about going there until he got a wonderful idea to in the middle of the night. He smirked even wider as he honked the horn to let him know they were coming. -
Zoey mumbled something that sounded like, "Pancakes," but you couldn't be sure. She rolled away from Petro and took the blankets with her as she curled up against the wall and buried her face into the blankets.
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Petro, being the light sleeper like he was, bolted awake as soon as he heard the horns blaring. They were getting closer and closer...
Ryan. It's the only person that would be doing something as stupid as that. Even if it wasn't him, he couldn't be safe with those things. He turned towards Zoey and shook her. "Zoey? Zoey, wake up." -
Zoey grunted and tried to stay asleep. "What..? What?" She opened her eyes and sat up and glared at him sleepily. Rubbing her eyes she tried to reach the level of awakness that he was suddenly at.
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"Come on. We have to go," Petro said, shaking her to try and really wake her up. "And hurry." There was no doubt that there was panic in his voice. He knew what the gang was capable of, and he didn't want to run into them with Zoey there. He knows how some of the guys get around girls...
He'd die before any of them touched her. -
"I'm coming I'm coming." Zoey quickly got but and stumbled after him. Her body felt heavy and her head was aching from the sudden rush of activities. "What's going on?" She demanded as she was dragged along.
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"Visitors who aren't welcome. Visitors who I have a BAD history with," Petro explained while slipping his shoes on his feet and heading towards the door. "And trust me, we have to get out of here. Now." Petro slipped his hoodie over his head and he took the knife out from it, ready to stab anyone, though he knew it was pointless because the gangs had guns.
With screeching breaks, Ryan pulled in front of the house and came to a sliding stop. He laughed a little as he opened the door. "Come on James," he said. "We're gonna have some fun." -
Zoey followed along after grabbing one of his spare hoodies and throwing it over her head. "Where are we going?" She said in a breathless tone and followed him quickly and without complaint.
James growled quietly and got out of the car. Suddenly the gun he had felt a little too heavy on his hips. Each bullet is the clip felt like a million pounds on his leg. His hands started to shake and so he shoved them deep into his pockets after flipping his hood up around his head. -
"In the woods? I don't know, just somewhere away from here," Petro said while rushing down the stairs, heading to the door. Fear struck deep into Petro's heart. There was no doubt that he was afraid that something bad would happen to Zoey.
"Petro!" Ryan called as his other friends got out of the cars parked in front of Petro's makeshift home. "Long time no see pal! Why dont' you come on out? Is locking yourself up in your house how you treat an old friend?" -
Zoey went silent as a voice started to yell from outside and she stuck close to Petros side. Fear started to pump itself through her veins and she suddenly wished she had her baseball bat in her hands.
James looked around and followed along quietly. A taller, skinny guy looked down at James and sneered at him as if it was his fault for everything. Returning the look he stepped closer to Ryan. -
Ryan turned to the others, his gun in his hand. "Go around back, make sure they don't run into the forest," he said. With a few nods and laughs, about half the gang ran around back, ready to catch anyone.
Petro grabbed Zoeys arm and slowly pulled her towards the back door. "Come on, we gotta go before they cut us off," he states, while picking up his pase. -
Zoey quickly folle and gasped slightly when she saw shadows move around back. "It's too late.." She whispered into Petro's ear and huddle close to him.
James went around back slowly and was the first at the door. He crossed his arms over his chest and thought about waiting or opening the door. Testing the door slightly he found it locked and frowned. -
"f---," Petro whispered, trying to think about what else he should do, but he didn't know. What should he do? What could he do? They were surrounded with no damn way out but fighting.
"Come on James," one of the boys said while pushing him out of the way and knocking the door down. "Aye! Petro! Ryan's looking for ya!" -
Zoey suddenly ran away from his and up the stairs before anyone sound her. She comsend to hide under the bed an curl up.
James huffe and followed along side with a frown. Someone was running up something.. Who and why? Then they say Petro standing along in the dark.
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