The next couple days were full of bickering. Colby and I being confined in one small space again was extremely tough.
When we were in Colby's apartment at least Colby had somewhere to go to leave me alone. Here, we were constantly with eachother and we were falling apart.
My leg was getting worse, but I haven't brought it up to Colby.
I was so stubborn and I knew it but I didn't want Colby to baby me.
I didn't need his help, and I most definitely didn't want it.
Right now he was trying to get me to go get food with him.
I obviously didn't want to go because I was sick of his shit and wanted to just be alone.
"Can't you just cooperate for one goddamn minute?" Colby groaned as I squinted at him.
"Can't you stop being a dick for one minute?!" I yelled back, storming over to him.
"You've got to get it through your head that I'm doing this to protect you, now just trust me for fucking once." He growled as I got in his face.
"You're dropping the ball! Stop pretending like you're so great at this because we have literally been sitting here doing nothing for two days!" I snapped.
I wasn't afraid him of even though his eyes were hard with anger.
"What's your plan? To just sit here and wait for other other people to do your job for you? That's some leader." I taunted, making him clench his jaw.
"What? Mad that I'm right?" I asked as he turned to storm away from me.
His normal tactic for hiding the truth.
"There you go. Run away from the truth. You're so good at that." I said as he flinched, clenching his fist.
He wanted to hit me.
"Come on. Hit me. I know you want to." I hissed causing him go whip around.
"ENOUGH!" He yelled with so much anger I actually flinched back. "I don't know what the fuck has gotten into you but just stop it!" He yelled.
"I'm trying to protect you! I'm trying to make sure they don't get you and make you do things you wouldn't want to do!" He screamed.
"Why though?! Why do you care so fucking much?!" I yelled, tears forming in my eyes.
"Because I love you!" He yelled causing me to stop in my tracks, eyes wide.
"Take it back." I whispered, my voice shaking. Colby shook his head as he stared at me with intensity.
"I never stopped." He said as I took a step back. "Stop talking." I whispered, my heart clenching with a deep pain.
I took another step back, my eyes watering as everything spun around me.
It felt like my heart was ripped out of my chest. It hurt so bad that I was basically falling over.
Before either of us could say or do anything though, there were bullets breaking through the glass windows on the front wall of the house.
"Get down!" Colby yelled then lunged forwards, covering me from the violence.
I whimpered as we got down to the ground, Colby still covering me.
"How did they find us?!" I yelled as he pulled his gun out, flipping the safety off.
There were definitely multiple people shooting at us, Colby wouldn't be able to take them by himself.
"What are you doing?!" Colby yelled as I started crawling towards the bedroom. I knew he would have to have another gun in there.
"Julia!" Colby yelled as someone started beating the front door down.
Once I was in the bedroom I stood up and ran to the bedside table, slamming the drawer open.
Inside was a hand gun and a long knife.
Perfect.
I grabbed both weapons then slowly made my way towards the living room, flipping the safety off of the gun.
It had been a long time since I have held a gun, let alone shot one.
I could hear so much violence happening in the living room that it was hard to even move.
I was petrified and didn't want to get shot again but I knew if I didn't act fast then I would be taken or killed.
When I got back to the living room, the door was busted in half and there were three men walking around.
"There." One of them growled and pointed at me. "Get her." Another one said as the third tackled Colby.
He was wielding a knife of some sort, but Colby was holding his ground.
I was frozen with fear as the bigger of the two men started charging at me.
I was scared of getting caught but I was also scared of shooting them.
"You're coming with us, sweetheart." The guy said with a disgusting grin as he came to pick me up.
Before he could grab me I raised the gun up, my hand trembling.
"Aw. I bet you don't even know how to use that thing." He said with a condescending smirk.
This was enough motivation to shoot him in the head, causing him to drop dead.
"Think again." I mumbled and looked up to see the other two men and Colby looking at me with the same wide eyed expression.
"Who's next?" I asked blandly. "Let's go." The man who wasn't previously fighting Colby said as I held the gun up at him.
"Nice try." I grumbled then fatally shot him too, causing the third guy to stab Colby in the side with his knife before standing up and running out of there.
"Fuck!!" Colby hissed in pain as I ran after the guy.
I didn't want him to get away because then he would just cause my problems for me later.
When I got outside though, I realized this was a mistake and that someone else was out there.
As soon as I crossed the threshold I was being lifted up and yanked towards a car.
"COLBY!!" I screamed and kicked, trying to fight this guy off.
Unfortunately, when I was snatched up I dropped my gun.
We were almost to the car when I heard a couple more gun shots and was being dropped.
I grunted as I flopped onto the ground, dead body collapsing next to me.
I could feel myself going into hysteria at the amount of violence that just happened.
Before Colby could kill the last guy he was getting into the car and speeding off.
"Ugh." Colby grunted as he held his side. "Come on sweetheart, we have to go." He said and came over to me.
I just looked up at him, feeling my chest start to heave in and out.
"Hey...we're okay." Colby whispered as he got down and wrapped his free arm around me.
"No we're not." I said quietly, hiding my face in his shoulder. "We just neeed to get to a hotel. Or far away from here." He said as I shook my head.
"We can't keep running, it's not working." I said, tears streaming down my cheeks.
"You've just gotta trust me, Jules." He said as I looked down at his bleeding side.
I couldn't help but feel deja vu from the first time I saw him.
He was stabbed on the same side, close to the same spot, when he came into my work.
I remember being afraid of him and being annoyed I had to clean up after him.
So much has happened since then.
I looked at him, trying to map out how I was supposed to feel after he told me he loved me.
Hearing those words made me want to curl up in a ball and die.
He had ripped my heart out and thrown it to the side, letting it crack and crumble into a million pieces.
Now he had the fucking nerve to tell me he never stopped loving me?
It was all bullshit.
At least that's what I had to tell myself.
"We need to get you cleaned up." I mumbled and stood up. "We don't have time. We need to pack up and get on the road." He said as I nodded.
"Fine." I said and went into the house. I tried to not look at the dead bodies that were sprawled around the room.
I hadn't let it process that I had killed people and I didn't have the time to melt down right now.
I quickly packed up, grabbing everything in sight while Colby did the best he could.
He was holding his side, trying to get the bleeding to stop but it didn't look like he was having much luck with that.
I understand his urgency to get out of there, but he was going to bleed out if he didn't get that wound taken care of.
Once everything was packed up we made our way to the car. "I'm driving." I said and held my hand out.
"I'm fine to drive." Colby said as I shook my head. "I didn't ask." I said causing him to chuckle and pull his keys out, handing them to me.
I got in the car then looked up hotels around us. We were forty minutes from any real civilization which made it all the more confusing that these guys found us.
We drove in silence, an awkward tension surrounding us. There was clearly a lot we needed to talk about but I didn't want to.
I didn't want to address the words that Colby said in the heat of an argument.
He couldn't have meant what he said because he just wanted to manipulate me into doing what he wanted.
There was no way he meant what he said.