Periodically they could hear the footsteps make their way past the door, echoing down the eerily silent halls, they bounced off the walls until they sounded like crashing drums played by an inexperienced drummer. With every step that was heard the teens would tense up, they were waiting for the door, waiting to be discovered.
“The SWAT team is empting the school. They’re going classroom, by classroom, but it’s slow since they don’t know where the shooter is.” Chris told everyone. He was quietly reading from his phone the news were all over this.
The Shooter that’s what they’ve been calling Alex’s dad. It was far easier to pretend that one of their own wasn’t the target if they didn’t name the threat outright.
“Dad said the police are working at securing the halls.” Tia said, reading the text her dad sent her “He told them that we’re hiding in a closet… so at the moment they’re trying to locate us.”
“Times almost up boy!” The shout came through the halls “I know the police are involved! You have to came out or I’ll start with them!”
Tia tightened her arm around Alex as the footsteps passes, both projecting and restraining the boy. Then, indescribably, they faded, the footsteps passed in their tracks before they came closer once again. Jasmine began to sob and Amber hugged her tightly, stroking her brown hair and muffling her sobs into her top while whispering kind words into her ears. Chris grabbed Scarlet’s arm, while her hand went over Joseph’s mouth just in case he got the ‘wise’ idea to give away they’re position in hopes of saving himself. Tia moved against the wall behind her, making sure to keep her grip on Alex, keeping the boy on her lap in case he got any ‘wise’ ideas about leaving the room and giving himself up. She also somehow doubted his shaking would ever stop.
The doorknob jiggled
“Kids?” came a soft, deep voice.
“Dad?” Chris whispered, taking a step towards the door.
“Chris?” said the deep voice so much like his dad from the other side of the door.
“Chris, don’t, it’s a trick.” Alex whispered, as Scarlet grabbed his arm from going any closer to the door.
“No… it’s my dad.” Chris said, trying to yank his arm out of Scarlet’s hold.
“No, Chris listen to me, please! The police wouldn’t of allowed Robert to enter the building, not when they didn’t know where the shooter was, it’s too risky.”
The blonde boy ignored him and took another step to the door reaching to unlock it.
“NO!” Alex screamed, Scarlet pulling Chris away from the door with so much force that he almost fall on the mousy haired girl.
“Boy!” Mr Foster screamed, banging on the door “I know you’re in there! I heard your voice!”
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The Boy Next Door
General FictionWhen the Peterson family move in and find that their next door neighbour seems to be nice but.... odd with a past that he's unwilling to reveal. Are they willing to let it be until they can't ignore it any more. Rule 12- Just because a person is fli...
