My Outlaw

Laura’s POV
“OK, what the hell was that about?” I sat up and rubbed my head. Ashley reached out his hand to help me up. I took it and he pulled me to my feet.
“I don’t know, but sorry about falling on you like that.” I shrugged.
“Not like you could help it, really. No big deal.” Matthew came into the room, hanging his head.
“Dude, Matthew, what’s wrong?” He looked at me and I saw tears running down his face.
“S-s-s-she wouldn’t l-l-let me help. H-h-he is going to k-k-kill her. I know it.” He started to cry into his hands.” “It d-d-didn’t hit me until j-j-just now. I f-f-f-failed Eric. I promised I would let her handle it. I failed.” He whispered the last part.
“Who? Who is going to kill her? Matthew, who?” He looked at me again, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. He looked down and shook his head. I walked over and grabbed his shoulders. I shook him, but not too roughly, I didn’t want to hurt the guy. “God damnit Matthew, who?!”
“Mark,” he whispered. I felt my eyes go wide. No. Nonononono! Fuck!
“He’s here?” He nodded.
“That’s why the bus stopped. It was him.” We heard a crash I tried to push past Matthew, but he wouldn’t let me.
“Let me through Matthew,” I growled.
“No. I promised her. And I never go back on a promise. She wants me to get you guys out. That is what I am going to do.”
“Well, I sure as hell didn’t promise her shit!”
“Neither did I.” I looked over at Ashley as he walked over to Matthew. “Matthew,” he looked up at Ashley.
“I want to help her, too! You know I do!” Tears started to come to his eyes again. I heard someone walk over behind me.
“Babe?” I looked at Andy. “Come over here real quick.” He pulled me over to where Jake, Jinxx and CC were standing. CC was being unusually quiet, which I could tell meant something was up.
“Yeah?”
“Your bag…it kinda fell…we found this.” He held out a familiar object and I sucked in a breath.
“Laura…”
“Jinxx, I only brought it for one reason.” I took it from Andy, feeling the cool metal in my hand. “When you guys said about the bus robberies, I thought we might need it. And we do.” My hands moved before my brain realized what they were doing. I turned on the safety, took out the magazine, put in one shell, popped it back in, and cocked the .45 pistol. I grew up around guns. I could do that in my sleep.
“How many secrets do you two have?” I smirked at Andy.
“Guess you just gotta wait and see.” We heard another crash, and I walked toward the door. This time, I heard Amarie’s voice.
“Mark! You jackass. Let- -me- -go.” Her voice sounded weaker and weaker. Matthew looked scared.
“Go.” I looked at him, fear written in his eyes. “You are right. You didn’t promise anything to her. Go! Save her!” I nodded my thanks, and crept out to where they were. Mark was holding Amarie up by her throat with her toes barley touching the ground. Strangling her.
“How does it feel, Amarie? Or should I call you Alba? Which do you prefer?”
“I- -prefer- -killing- -you.” He chuckled.
“Looks like it’s the other way around, doesn’t it, sweetie?
“Jack- -ass”
“No need for that kind of langue from your pretty mouth.” He squeezed tighter and she gasped. I didn’t think. I reacted.
“Let her go or I shoot!” I stood up quickly and aimed.
“Laura-----no.” Mark turned, looked at me, and smirked.
“Go ahead. Shoot. I don’t really think that gun is real anyway.” He dropped Amarie at his feet, and, staring right into my eyes, started to kick her.
“Stop. I’m serious Mark. I will shoot.”
“Go ahead then. You don’t have the guts.” He brought back his leg and kicked her in the head, pretty hard. She screamed. That was the last straw for me.
“1.”
“Laura, honey you don’t have to do this.” I ignored Andy.
“2.” I clicked off the safety.
“Laura!”
“3.” I aimed low, around his left thigh. I wasn’t going to kill him. But, being the stupid fucking idiot he was, he ducked, probably thinking I aimed high, and earned himself a bullet to his chest. I dropped the gun and ran to Amarie who was huddled in the fetal position, something I recognized her doing from when we were younger.
“He’s dead.” I looked at Andy.
“I didn’t mean to kill him! He ducked!” He pulled me close.
“I know you didn’t.” I cried a little bit into the crook of his neck. That’s when we heard the whimpering. I turned toward Amarie and pried her hands away from her face. Her eyes were wide and unseeing.
“Get Ash.” Everyone knew that if I didn’t call him Purdy, there was a problem.
“Why?”
“She’s having a panic attack.”

Notes

I'm so sorry I didn't update!
I forgot my Tumblr password and couldn't log on!
Seriously, though, I have been writing this one for weeks and just now got it to fit together.