Chapter 4, My hero

Sofia p.o.v

I hate him.

I hate Luke with his stupid Black hair loss ad his stupid silver-grey eyes and his stupid Bugatti. More pressings, I hate Tygerwell.

Why did my parents have to die? Why did I have to get sent to another state!? Why did I happen to get enrolled into the craziest school possible?!

As much as I securely hate my average life and craved for adventure ad danger, it can't possibly arrive at a worst time. Now it the time I in fact need normally.

When Luke's Bugatti is long gone, I still don't let the tension in my shoulder sag. God knows where I'm heading! I can only hope I'm going back to school. Then again, by the time I get there, I'll probably be too late in anyway.

Somewhere in distance I hear thunder and in answer a fat rain drop land on my nose.

"Oh God no...."

The rest if the rain come down hard.

"YOU'VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!"

I run to an alleyway for some shelter. Yeah-yeah, I know what you're thinking. Quickly, I duck under one of the roofs and I get a shiver when I noticed all the trash laying down around and how this place might be really shady.

Cue the sound of rats.

"Aaah!" I yelp when something literally runs over my foot and scurries under a dumpster. If I pretend it wasn't rat, maybe I'll start believing myself one day.

"I can get the money next week!" I heard someone plead from the other side of the alleyway.

I got really quite and still when I finally stop the two guys holding another guys by his collar.

Oh Shit.

"Next week isn't good enough. The deadline is today. We need the money now!" one of the guys yells.

Realising that I'm bit out in the open and way the curious for my own good, I hide behind the dumpster and watch the scene unfold.

"Please! I heave a wife and kids!" the man being held plead.

"You're a drug-addict and you're always hanging around Park street. What married man goes around and fuck whores?" the other guy growls.

"Oh God, just give me one more chance!"

The two guys throw the other guys to the ground and then one of them pulls out the guns from his coat. "Sorry, but you're all out of chance," the guy says and raises his gun at the guys that's kneeling on the ground.

"Please...Please have mercy!"

Because I'm an idiot and can't just hide over here,I jump out from my hiding spot and yell: "Leave him alone!"

Now would be a good time to have superpower.

The two men whip their heads to me and the guy on the ground looks even more panic-stricken. "What are you doing?" he cries.

Well, that's never a good sign.

"I called the cops, they're almost here!" I said and then feel like hitting may because why didn't Is actually call the cops?

Instead of running away like I've been hoping, the two men bolt for me.

"Fuck my life," I mutter before sprinting away.

My blonde hair turn dark and clings to my face in the rain. Fortunately, I have my boots on, so I don't have to worry about getting my socks wet as I'm running through puddles and pot-holes.

Of course I'll be more worried about getting my socks wet than the fact that two guys with gun are running after me. I'm such a loser.

The rain is only coming down harder and I know by the sounds of footsteps behind me that the men are catching up.

At least that other guys didn't get shot.

Even if it'll cost me my life, I'm glad I at least did something. The last time I just hid was...

It's was normal the one second and the next the front door for kicked open. Dad yelled at mom and me to go and hide and he ran to stop the intruders. I heard the first gun shot before we even got to the stairs.

Mom and I rushed to her bedroom ad she tried barricading the door. With panic in her eyes, she turned to me. "I love you, Sofia. I love you so, so much. Go hide under the bed," she said.

And because I thought mom was going to follow me. I scrambled to get under. The door brush open at the same time I realised mom wash going to hide with me.

"Please don't do this," Mom begged the intruders.

"Where's the password?" the masked man ask.

"I'll never tell you," Mom spat before she got shot.

She fell to the floor and we made eye-contact before she mouthed: 'I love you', and got shot again.

Blood splatter onto me and that might be the reason I don't paint with red anymore...

I quickly realise that I've stopped running.

I turned ad watch one of the guys run into me. I fall hard on my ass with the guys on top of me. His friends his hovering above.

"What did you heard?" the guy chocking me asked.

Black spots dance in my vision and If can't breath. How can I possibly answer this guy if he's choking me to death?

Remember your defence class ,Sofia , I told myself.

Dad always brought in a different defence instructor every Saturday. Some of the instructors were nice and taught me the basics. Others made me hit a punching bag for hours at end.

I will my mind to clear before I flip myself over.

The man that was choking me is startled for second and I was use the opportunity to jab his throat. He squeal like a pig and I'm up and breathing before he can hit me.

His friend sends me punch and I was move fast enough to avoid getting a black eye, but not fast enough to not get get a blow to the head. My mind doing is spinning and I suck in more air to clear my vision. when the guys send a second punch, I block it and kick him where it matters.

"Fuck!" the guys yells out, but my victory is short lived when the guys on the ground pulls my leg I fell head-first to class the ground.

"You're dead!" he yells and is on top of me again. This time, I don't have the strength to flip him over when he starts chocking me.

Everything get's foggy again, but I can't find myself with any regret for stepping in.

I will not be afraid.

My mother's eyes flash before me.

I will not be afraid.

'I love you' she mutters.

I will not be afraid.

Blood splatters on me when she gets shot.

I will not be afraid.

I'm about to give in to the darkness, but out of nowhere guy on top of me is flung away.

I heave in air and feel at the tender spot on my neck. when I look back up, there's three guys attacked the two guys that want me dead.

Am I hallucinating?

Someone croches down my and scoops me up in his arm. He carries me to what I think is a big-ass fancy car. I don't protest when someone I can't see open the door and the guy holding me lays me in the backseat.

My hero climbs in next to me.

"Well, you really do have a knack for getting into trouble Goldy," the guy said.

I turn my head, with effort, and peer at the smirking guy in his fancy coat.

Jayden Steward.

Well, that's just lovely.