Wednesday, February 27, 2013

In a Tight Situation Preview

Here is a preview of In a Tight Situation, my book that is on Amazon! Enjoy!

“What the hell happened to you?’ Derek asked as I came through the door.
“I'm fine,” I said sitting in a chair, “Where’s Cole?”
“On the roof,” Ken said coming up to me, “Who shot you?”
I shrugged hurting my shoulder.
I flinched at the pain.
I took the bloody handkerchief off my shoulder then I took my shirt off and Ken handed me an aid kit.
“I’ll go get Cole.” Derek said getting up.
“You okay?” Kyle asked from the couch.
I nodded.
I cleaned out my wound with alcohol.
“Lemme do it.” Ken said taking it from me.
He cleaned my wound and then started stitching it up.
“What happened?” Cole asked coming in with Derek
“I'm bleeding welcome.” I said.
“You know what I mean.” He came up to me, “Ken stop stitching it.”
“Why?” Ken asked.
“The bullets still in there,” Cole said grabbing a knife from the so-called kitchen.
He lit a candle and held the blade over it.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
“Hold’em.” Cole said to Ken.
“Cole?” I said.
Ken took the stitches out then held me down.
“Bite on this,” Cole said putting a metal rod in my mouth.
Then he put that scolding blade around the edges of my wound.
I bite down as hard as I could, thinking the rod would bend.
“Almost done,” He said.
Then he took the blade and dug into the wound for the bullet.
“Got it,” He said taking it out.
I spit the rod out, “Ouch.”
Ken re-cleaned my wound then stitched it up.
“There.” He said twenty minutes later.
He just finished putting the bandage on.
“Thanks, that was terribly…Painful.” I said.
Ken smiled, “Anytime.”
He put all the stuff away.
“Joey your brother called.” Cole said from the couch.
“What’d he say?” I asked.
“He asked if you were alright, Said that he was on the phone with you when it happened,” he said.
I nodded, “Yep.”
I got up and walked to the couch and sat next to Kyle.
“Sorry you had to take a bullet for me.” He said.
“What’re you talking about?” I asked him.
He looked at my shoulder.
“Oh, this?” I asked, “This was just from an old hag, I tried to help her across the street.”
He smiled.
“Look kid, it’s no big deal, I eat bullets for dinner.” I said smiling.
“It is for me, I never had anyone stick up for me.” He said.
“Don't your dad or your brother?” I asked.
He shook his head, “No my dad’s not in my life no more, It’s just my sister Rose and I,”
I smiled, “You’re like her dad.”
He smiled and nodded.
“I know how you feel kid,” I said, “I really do.”
I looked at Cole, looking at me.
He half smiled and looked down.
I groaned and sat back, “My arm is killing me.”
I got up, “I'm lying down for a bit.”
I went into the back room and lay down on a bed.

I ran towards my only exit, I looked behind me to see if anyone was following.

My heart raced, a masked man ran a foot behind me, I ran faster.
It seemed as if there was no end.
I ran and ran; every time I looked back the masked man was always a foot behind me.
It made me run faster, but was I?
I saw the end of the path I was running; bravely I stopped and turned around, facing the masked man.
Within seconds, he was in my face. Holding a gun to my heart,
I looked him in the eye, “Who are you?”
Then he pulled the trigger…
 
 
I immediately sat straight up, my heart racing.
It was night.
I looked at my watch, 3:27am.
I sat in the edge of the bed and ran my hand threw my hair.
I sighed and stood up.
I walked clumsily into the other room.
Every light was off except one.
I walked over to the window and watched Kyle outside on the roof.
“Reminds you of someone doesn’t he?” asked Cole coming up behind me.
“What do you mean?” I asked not taking my eyes off Kyle.
“I know why you helped them.” He said standing next to me, “It’s not because you felt sorry, because when you looked at him you saw yourself.”
I looked at Cole.
“You’re trying to give him what you never got.” He said.
I looked down then back outside.
“But what I don’t understand is that he has a mom, who doesn't care, a dad who hit him when he was young, A little sister who he would kill for,” he said.” But he don't have an older brother.”
I looked at Cole, “Exactly.”
I walked back into the room and laid back in bed.


I woke up the next time and the sun was finally out.
I sat up and saw that my brother was sleeping in the bed next to me.
He must have spent the night, I thought.
I got out of bed and went in the other room
Ken was awake talking to Kyle and Derek.
“So I was like, ‘you have got to be joking.’ And he said, ‘when I'm dead.’ So I pulled the trigger.” Ken said.
I walked to the fridge we had and opened it, “You telling them another one of you sex stories?”
Kyle and Derek laughed.
Ken looked at me and smiled, “Nah, I was telling them about the time you had your first.”
I shook my head taking out the orange juice and drinking from the carton.
My cell phone rung in my pants, I took it out and looked at the caller ID, Michael.
I quickly answered it.
“Yeah mike what's up?” I asked
“Joey there's something going on in that house you told me to watch,” he said.
“What do you mean?” I put the juice down.
“There are some men inside and I heard a gunshot.”
“How many?”
“Three or four,”
“You still there?” I asked.
“Nah man I left when I heard the shot go off.”
“Ight man thanks.” I hung up and started for the front door.
“What’s up Joey?” Ken asked.
“There are some guys at Kyle’s house.” I said putting my shoes on.
“Rose.” Kyle said getting up, “I'm coming.”
“No you’re not stay here.” I said standing back up.
“That’s my family!” he said.
I stopped and looked at him, “Kid, I swear I will not let anything happen to them.”
He nodded and sat back down.
“Ken, come on.” I said walking to the door; Ken got up and followed me out to my car.

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Author Taylor Evans
2/27/2013 9:42 AM

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