SEX WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ-Chapter 208

- HAZEL -

Everything is crumbling. I’ve never waded through a jam packed path I can barely see, while keeping my hand stuck to my nose to block myself from inhaling whatever it is that fogs the atmosphere while following right behind Killian before.

I guess there’s a first time for everything. And sometimes, those things are not so pleasant.

My chest has been heavy throughout our attempt to escape. Part of me feels that he’d have been long gone without me and that sucks a lot. I’m the one holding him back. But without him, I’d be lost.

“Keep your nose covered. This gas is toxic, laced with every kind of toxin you can imagine.” These words cut through the tumult environment into my ears.

“Then what about you?” I manage to murmur, he’s left himself wide open. ƒгeewёbnovel.com

Killian turns his head to face me. “I’ve been exposed to such countless times to be affected by something this small.” He grins. There is no way in hell that he’s calm in all of this.

Unless he’s putting up a front for me.

My eyes widens.

A scream leave my lips as someone swoop past me and eight bullets sped above my head.

Before I could say a word, Killian corners my body to a wall, pushing me away from the scene while finding cover, keeping our heads close to the floor. Something landed to the ground, right where I was.

My heart raced in my chest at this. If it wasn’t for him being here, that thing would’ve fallen on me. The realisation leaves my mind disoriented.

I counted the number of times whoever it was fired that gun. None touched me though. . . but that experience made my breath hitch with every inhale and exhale. . . If my head was raised a little bit higher, before Killian intervened, I would’ve been dead. Just this second near death experience leaves me shaken.

It reminds me of how fragile life is.

I. . . . I can’t keep doing this, . . . Living every second like it’s my last because of the perilous situation. I hate this and it makes me want to burst out in tears but right now, every one is probably looking for shelter for themselves and won’t care much about another person. Yet. . . He’s here.

This man named Killian is like my own angel on earth.

“Are you hurt?” Killian asks, running his hands all over my body. I can barely see him. I think the gas is getting to my eyes. I nod in response.

“Please, let’s just get out of here.” My voice is strained. I feel my eyes water, not because I want to cry, but because of long exposure to whatever it is in the air. I cough into my hand. Killian pulls me to him, burying my head into his chest.

“Soon.” His hand pats my back.

I know it’ll be soon. Just how soon? Even I have noticed that due to the destruction of most parts of the school, almost every normal passage people use to get the heck out of school has been blocked. Even the floor is hard to wade through. So many things, down to towed over walls and broken doors, are blocking the way. Almost as if the intention of this raid is to eliminate everyone present. I’m frightened. I don’t know how we’re going to make it alive but I’m clinging onto the hope I have and that hope is Killian.

I don’t want to die. . . I don’t want him to die. My love story with him just began and there are several patches to mend here and there that we haven’t gotten the chance to do yet.

And if he dies, I gulp, how will I mourn when we are a secret?

And if I die. . . How will the people I love cope?

I don’t want to think about death in this instance but that’s the worst case scenario that could happen to the both of us.

“Just promise me you won’t scream again.” This statement made my brows crease. That was so out of pocket. “The last thing we want is to give out our positions to the enemy.”

Well, he’s right, but I can’t help it. My head shakes vigorously in an attempt to nod.

“That’s my good girl.” Killian mutters, taking his arms off me. I don’t like that my body isn’t resting on his anymore but I know it’s needed, after all, he can’t work out a way for us to evacuate with my weight on his. I clutch onto his palm. Killian looks at me. I swear, I can barely see his face anymore.

“Do you want me to carry you?” He asks.

A painful cough leaves my mouth, burning my chest. “Wouldn’t that be a burden?” I ask, my voice weary.

“Hop onto my back.” Killian responds. A chuckle slid out of my lips. I guess that’s my answer. Although my vision is slightly blurry, I can see his form. I push my body on his back which is open for me and wrap my arms over his shoulder then clench my fingers together just on his chest. Killian raises my legs up to rest on his waist, positioning me on his body. “Are you comfortable?”

“Yes.” I giggle. There’s nothing to laugh about, I just like not having to bruise my feet anymore.

“Hold onto me tightly. And whatever you do, don’t let go.” I twine my legs tightly around his waist.

“Done and done.” I say to him. Killian takes a leap forward, still in the crouched position. I wonder how he can move in such an uncomfortable state but I don’t say a word, holding onto him securely. This is not a place to talk in.

I shut my eyes close, rubbing them on his shoulder as he moves, carrying my weight with his.

“There’s a free exit.” Killian mutters. This makes a sharp breath leave my lips as I raise my head up. I can’t see it but at a far end of what I can make to be a passage way, is light. Dusty light. Maybe a door was broken off or a wall collapsed but it doesn’t matter. As long as it’s a way out.

A dreadful feeling lingers in my head.

And as long as men with firearms are not waiting at the entrance which is very possible too.

“Are we. . .” I swallow, trying to hide my worry. “Are we going there?”

“Not if we want to have ourselves killed. It’s too good to be true.” Killian muttered. Oh, thank goodness! We were thinking the same thing. “We need a cover.”

Like what? I doubt a smoke screen, which we do not have by the way, would make a difference in such broad space outdoors.

“Just hold onto me, I’ll figure something out.” Killian says. I love that he’s keeping me in check with everything while being welcoming with his kind tone, I wouldn’t have it any other way. It makes me feel safe despite not being physically safe. I just want to get out of here.

“Yes si-“ My head dazed and vision blurred as something dug into my flesh, puncturing through my skin and piercing a hole through to the other side.

I can hear my heavy breathing but I cannot feel my own body. My head feels light yet heavy at the same time and my face grimaces as a scream morphs its way out my mouth.

It hit me like a hurricane, destroying everything in its path. What I know to be a bullet.

My body falls backwards, hanging away from his back against my will. I hear voices but can’t distinguish them because they ring in my ears like a disastrous, distant chant.

I’ve been shot. And I’m bleeding.

. . . .

The pain is so excruciating that it dulls all my senses and gathers every nerve to focus on my wounded skin.

I don’t know what is happening in my environment anymore or what is happening to me. All I know is, I can’t fucking breathe and I have a gunshot wound at the left part of my body.

One very severe.