Page 102 of Wildest Forever

Looking around my room for something, anything to grab just in case we're under attack but there is nothing.

Shit.

Tossing the covers back, I spring from the bed, swiping my phone from the side table and slipping it into my pocket. Moving towards the door, my fingers curl around the handle as I slowly ease it open, eyes squinted as I try and focus on the dark, narrow hallway.

“Morgan?” I call out but my voice is quiet.

Nothing.

Inhaling heavily, I step out of my room and pace down the hallway towards where she sleeps and just as I do, she appears out of nowhere scaring the living daylights out of me.

I let out a scream, she shrieks and her wide eyes soften when they land on me.

“You scared me, why are you sneaking around!?” her voice is loud, and I swear she sounds a little mad at me.

“Why areyousneaking around?” I narrow my gaze on her and twist my lips.

“I thought someone had broken into the house,” she admits, and I hear the exasperated sigh that leaves her.

“Same,” I shrug a shoulder, and a silly smile graces my lips.

“So, it was just you?”

The smile fades.

“Was it me what?” confusion paints across my face and I watch as she face palms herself.

“Making the noise downstairs,” her brows furrow and my blood runs cold.

“I heard a creak outside my door,” my hands move out and I link my fingers through hers as I pull her into her room and then shut the door.

“Let me out,” she hisses through the door.

“No,” I turn away from her and then roll my eyes.

“Where is your pops’ shotgun?” and fear pricks at the base of my neck.

“You're being dramatic.”

“Am I?” sarcasm drips from my tone and I shake my head from side to side.

Silence for just a moment.

“Top of the closet, locked away, code is 8765.”

I don't reply, I just rush towards Gerry's room and ignore the eerie feeling that creeps over me. I haven't been in here since before he died and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

Pacing towards the closet, I drag the doors open and then fumble with the code to reveal the shotgun. Grabbing it, I check it has bullets then load it.

I am hoping it's just an animal digging around under the house, but then with everything going on, I couldn't be too safe.

Creeping out of his bedroom and down the stairs, I give Morgan's closed door one more glance before I disappear, taking my time on each step.

Once at the bottom I see the cracked glass in the front door and my skin smothers in goosebumps.

My heart is racing beneath my skin and all I can think about in this moment is keeping Morgan, my wife, safe.

It was all about her.

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