The Uprising

CHAPTER 8

"Stop, stop, stop. Why would he need to prevent me from going on campus?"

"Because we knew the explosion was going to happen. We didn't have enough time to plan anything, which is why–"

"Daniel came to save me himself, then you used your aunt to allow him to take me from the hospital because he thought I was the target," I finished, finally figuring out the piece of the puzzle.

"That's right"

"Was I the target?"

"No, it didn't seem so the attack was random."

"That's why he let me go because I wasn't in danger...but why me? Why protect me? What did I do the earn this type of protection?"

"I can't tell you that. All you need to know is someone wants you alive, and it's our job to keep it that way"

"Can you give me a hint?"

"I can't"

At least he told me enough. Now I know why I was here, even if it wasn't very clear. "Do I have anything to do with what's happening now?"

"No, this is just a simple turf war."

"Simple? I saw one of your gang members died and the other one is in the next room injured."

"Trust me, that's just a Thursday in our job"

I could only imagine what a Friday was like. Today is Friday. I might get a chance to experience it. Not that I wanted to. I hated feeling like I'm about to die, and that's how I felt.
Right on queue, I hear shots being fired somewhere in the building. The ringing in my ears told me it was  close by.

"Stay here," Jordon demand and I watch as he put on his black vest, gets his handgun, then carefully peer outside the door, after which he steps into the hallway, leaving the door slightly open.

I heard a few more shots being fired, and Jordon hadn't return. I know it had only been a minute though it felt like hours. I decide to leave the room to find him.

He wasn't in the hallway. I kept on alert just in case anyone with a gun comes this way. I knock on Jason's door but didn't get a response, my mind went to Kayla, and I head back to our room. She was gone too.

I should have hide but instead, I chose to follow the sound of gunfire.  The sound leads to ladder attached to a hatch. Once I climb through the hatch, I'm on the roof, the sun's rays causes me to shield my eyes and prevents me from seeing much.

Someone crashes into me, the force brings me down. I felt like my rib cage was going to break. When I opened my eyes, Jordon was hovering over me. "Which part of stay in the room did you not understand?!" He curses.

A few more shots were fired, and one of the bullets ricocheted off the wall behind us. I realize they are large crates shielding us from the attackers. Through the crates, I could see Jason taking cover behind another set of crates. There were three men on the other side hiding behind a small stone cupola. One of them would poke their head out and shoots at Jason then he would return rounds of his own.

"Stay here."

Jordon swiftly made his way over to Jason and helps him by shooting at the cupola. One of the opposers throws a small metallic ball at the crates. The last thing I see is Jason and Jordon covering their heads.

The explosion sent the crates tumbling down and my body over the edge of the building. My hands catches  the onto the ledge; my whole body dangling off the edge. I take one look down, and I scream out of fear.

I knew I wasn't strong enough to pull myself back up, but I try. The smoke from the bomb made my eyes burn and that makes matters worse. My fingers were slipping, and I doubt Jason or Jordon were in a position to help me.

I couldn't hold on anymore, my hands slip, and I was about to fall—I was about to die. A gasp escape my lips. That's when I saw him.

Atticus Edwards.

It felt as if time slows down as he catches my arm and pulls me up. My chest was filled with butterflies when my feet safety touches the roof.

He retreats into the smoke—looking back at me.