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13. Am I the only one that thinks that you should stay alive?

*Thalia’s POV*
When the guy said that, I felt the air get caught in my throat and I knew what was coming next. My hands started shaking and sweating lightly and I could breathe properly, except for ragged gasps. I balled my fists and relaxed them in an attempt to calm down but it was no use. How fucking great; not only were we involved in a hold up, but I had to go and screw things up more by going and having an panic attack. It seems I’m as much of a fuck-up as my mum said. I can’t seem to do anything right, not even when my life and other people’s were in danger. I wondered if the thieves shouldn’t just shoot me between the eyes and put me and the rest of the world out of our misery for once and for all.
All these thoughts running through my mind like accusing daggers to my heart and brain only made the panic stronger and I found myself hugging my knees and fighting with all my might for every little gasp of air I could give to my burning lungs.
I felt a hand rubbing my back comfortingly and a familiar voice beside me, that tried to calm me down as best as possible. “Thalia, come on, breathe. In and out.... Everything is going to be fine, okay?” Austin seemed to know how to handle these situations, that and his calm temper and tender voice slowly helped me steady my breathing, although my hands never stopped shaking. “See? Better now, are we?” I nodded softly and he smiled his big genuine smile. “Don’t worry, the police is outside, they’ll handle everything, hun.”
I smiled a little at him and curled up further into myself, resting my head against the wall we were sat against. Luckily, the robbers hadn’t tied or gagged us, so we had that to our advantage.
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Time passed and nothing happened; the thieves were talking among them and completely ignoring Austin and I, who were still sitting against the same wall as before. I couldn’t tell if an hour had gone by, or three had. My only entertainment was to count the cracks on the ceiling again and again. 1, 2, 3... until I reached 158 little cracks.
An idea crossed my head – I could get some paper and draw something – so I got on all fours. I started to crawl slowly towards the cash where we kept all the papers and writing supplies. I heard Austin behind me asking what on earth I was doing, but I waved him off and continued my quest. Until I heard a click behind me.
“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?” I turned around slowly to see the same guy that had threatened us before, towering over me and pointing his sawed-off shot gun straight at my head, between my eyes. My heart started racing out of fear, but I kept a straight face for my pride’s sake.
“I was just going to get a paper and a pencil, you gun over-using wanker.” I spat at him through gritted teeth. As soon as the words rolled off my tongue, I knew I shouldn’t have said them. The guy’s eyes narrowed and the vein on the side of his forehead seemed to grow and pulse in time with his anger. He growled – yes, literally growled, like a dog – and the next thing I knew, he was lowering his hand to grip my hair tightly and haul me up to my feet. I let out a loud screech of pain that shot through my head. I tried to pull free, but every movement I made only increased the pain.
“WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE? DO YOU THINK YOU CAN TALK TO ME LIKE THAT, YOU LITTLE BITCH? I’M THE ONE IN CHARGE HERE, I’M THE ONE WITH THE GUN, SO I’M THE ONE THAT GIVES THE ORDERS-“
“Oh, for christ’s sake the poor girl was just getting some paper! Don’t take it as an attack to your virility, man; we all know you’re the one with the big gun in here and that you are the one that calls the shots!” Austin retorted, shouting as well, cutting what the guy had been screaming at me. I had to admit that Austin was definitely the master of comebacks and that he could be sassy as hell if he wanted to.
The guy that had me by my hair shouted. I closed my eyes, trying to block out the sounds of the screams of his discussion with Austin. “SHUT UP!” Gunshot, and then nothing.

*Vic’s POV*
We had all heard it. Gunshot – loud and clear in the air.
I turned to where Josh – and now Tony, Jaime, Kellin and Noah since they’d arrived – stood and eyed them anxiously. The five of them mimicked my terrified expression and I turned around, frantically searching for someone who could tell me what was going on. I found a police officer that was trying to calm down a woman who was crying and blabbing, at the brick of a mental breakdown for what I could see. I approached them quickly and overheard the woman urging the officer.
“DON’T YOU UNDERSTAND? MY FUCKING HUSBAND IS IN THERE! WHAT IF HE’S BEEN SHOT? I NEED TO KNOW IF HE’S OKAY!” So she was Austin’s wife (A/N: I don’t know whether Austin is married in real life or not, or if he even has a girlfriend. Just pretend that he’s married for the story, k?) When I looked at her, the first thought that came to my mind was that she and Austin must make a great couple. She was about as tall as me, with her hazel brown hair swept to the right side of her face, into which she had pierced a nostril and snakebites. I could see a tattoo swirling up her left arm as she gripped the officer’s arm in a death grip.
“Mrs. Carlile, please calm down. We don’t know who got shot, if anyone did at all. For what we know at the moment, it could have been one of the assaulters.” The officer tried to calm the poor woman down, but it was no use, so I took that as a sign to enter the conversation.
“Sir, please, do you know anything about the hostages? Please, my girlfriend is inside, I need to know.” When I said that, the officer’s eyes flooded with understanding and the woman’s glinted up with hope and a bit of sadness too at the same time.
“I’m afraid we have no news at the moment. Our negotiator is current calling inside to try and find out anything about Mr. Carlile and Ms. _____. He’s right there.” The officer kindly pointed out the negotiator for us in between the sea of policemen. “You both, as relatives of the hostages, can hear the conversation. But please, do not intervene. Let us do our jobs.”
The officer walked away, after patting my shoulder somewhat comfortingly. I felt someone tap my shoulder urgently, so I turned to find Austin’s wife looking at me with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry about your husband being inside...” I paused, not knowing her name. She gave me a small sad smile.
“Camille. I’m sorry too, about your girlfriend.” After exchanging comforting words and even a hug, we headed to where the negotiator, surrounded by a group of three policemen, was talking with one of the robbers on a mobile phone that looked quite expensive. Tony, Jaime and the others joined us seconds after, anxious as well to know what was going on.
“Okay... Yes... One injured.” The man stopped talking and looked around, his gaze lingering on Camille and I for longer than on the others. “What?! You need to let him out! Look, we can grant you that but... Em... Yes, well.. I’ll see what I can do.” The negotiator cut the communication and to face the group of us, who looked at him expectantly. He sighed deeply and rubbed his forehead as if trying to look for the precise words. “There’s no easy way to say this so, here you go. There was a strong argument between the leader of them and Mr. Carlile and the robber ended up shooting him ‘accidentally’” he explained, making air quotes, “on the leg. We don’t know anything about his state but the thieves said that they’d let him out.” Camille’s eyes that had been filled with horrified tears filled with hope and a smile started growing on her lips. “On one condition, though.”
“W- What condition will t-that be?” Camille asked, her voice raspy from crying.
“In order to let a hostage out, someone must go inside.”
I swear I heard seven breaths hitch and the next second, Camille broke down crying, clinging to my right arm. However, I couldn’t pay much attention to her because an idea was running through my head.
“I’ll go inside.” Everyone stared at me as if I had said I had an unicorn’s horn stuck in my ear and, the next second, everyone was ranting about how I so wasn’t going to go inside and how dangerous it was, blah, blah, blah. I couldn’t care less, I had set my mind, they couldn’t and wouldn’t convince me of anything else.
“Shut up, please!” I said, raising my voice a bit so it was heard over all the others’. “Look, I don’t care if you think it’s too dangerous or whatever, but Thalia is inside there with those motherfuckers and now I have the opportunity to be with her and protect her. No, nothing that you say will change my mind, so call that bastard and tell them that they have their treat.”
I was so set that no one dared say anything against my will. The only sound that came from the people in the group was the dialling of the negotiator’s phone. He maintained a short conversation and then hung up.
“They’ll let him out and you’ll go in. You’ll be carrying a microphone under your t-shirt, okay? That way, we’ll know what’s going on at times.”
I nodded and the policemen proceeded to tape the microphone to my chest under my t-shirt. Lucky for us, it was baggy and didn’t cling to my body, so the microphone would go unnoticed.
Before going inside, I felt my nerves standing on edge. I turned to look at my friends and Camille. Each of them hugged me for a long time, each muttering something along the lines of “be careful... don’t do anything stupid...” except Jaime, who said “In you go, Vicky. Kick their asses till they’re begging to be put in prison”, although his signature smile was sad and troubled now.
Camille hugged me and cried against my shoulder, thanking me a million times for everything.
I walked towards the door just as it opened. Out of it limped a very pale Austin, with his forehead covered in sweat and his face contorted in pain. His leg couldn’t move because of a very tightly done tourniquet; the leg on his jeans had a hole and it was wet with blood that was only a very big spot of darker black on his black trousers+

Soon, two emergency assistants brought a stretcher and laid him there. Before rolling him away, he looked at me and smiled, holding my shaking hand in his bloddy ones. “Thank you, Vic. Please, be careful.”
With Austin’s words in my head and Thalia’s face in my heart, I took a deep breath and walked inside to face whatever fate had prepared for me.

Notes

So Vic's going inside! *intense terror film music* Anyway, hope you enjoy the chapter 'cause it's a fucking long ass chapter and if any of you want to clear up the Austin being married/having a girlfriend/whatever in real life thing, feel free to do it in the comments. I would very much appreciate it :)

Comments

@Turtle I've updated! Go read!! c;

Stabilo Stabilo
2/5/14

It's been four months. I HAVE to know what happens. PLEASE update.

Turtle Turtle
2/4/14
This is seriously the best story I'm reading. You've got to update,man.
Turtle Turtle
11/12/13
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! WHY!!!!!!!!! Why must her mother come back?! This is getting really good! You have to update soon please!!! Oh and I think you should do a sequel!
expect the new chappie tonight/tomorrow morning (idk, time difference man, its 6am here?) ;)
Stabilo Stabilo
9/23/13