#scotch’s stories
I write for only one m/f couple and it’s not good
When Paul and Emma found their way to the helicopter, a group of women and men stood in the park. Most wore army outfits, but all of them had goggles, which were dripping with blue…blood? Whatever it was they had instead, apparently.
“Oh, jesus on a stick. How do we get past them?”
“We can’t. The helicopter’s going to land there.”
“What the fuck do we do? Go through them?!”
“I guess. But this is the only way you can be safe. They’re everywhere, Emma. They…they killed Bill, and Alice.”
“Paul…I’m so sorry for your loss, your…?”
“My boyfriend, or ex, and my…ex daughter. They killed my family.”
Paul gritted his teeth, before handing Emma the gun.
“I’m going to distract them, you get to the helicopter.”
“What? Hell no, we’re going together.”
“I’ll meet you there, okay?”
In an instant, Emma swung up her arm, pointing the gun at Paul.
“No. I know what you’re trying to do, Paul, okay? Tough but broken guy, you promise you’re going to meet back up and then you fucking die? I’m not doing this again! We’re going together, and neither of us will die, and we’ll leave together!”
“Whoa, Emma, okay. We can go together.”
Emma breathed a sigh of relief as she lowered the gun, tucking it in her shorts. Emma stepped, before losing control and collapsing into Paul’s open arms.
“But if we get in trouble, I will get you out no matter what.”
“Paul, if you don’t get out, I’ll jump right back in.”
Paul smiled, before leaning in to kiss Emma.
“Together,” he mumbled against her lips.
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