A Hostage Situation (1,028 views)

Chad didn’t get a chance to call his father, either. Much like Chardonnay, he was struggling to find the words to say. Though it didn’t bother him about the germs, he was hesitant to touch the phone because explaining this all to his dad was just so… weird. How did he start that conversation? And besides that, what did he expect to gain from it? Though he knew his father would hear about it on the news. Something like this, happening near the Metric Academy? There was no way news crews wouldn’t jump on the opportunity to cover it.

Maybe part of Chad, a very small part, was worried if he told his father this his father would get mad at him for being in the situation in the first place. It had been Chad’s excuse to go into the store he didn’t even like, not to buy anything in, just to say hi to his friend inside and bother her. And that resulted in him nearly losing his life. Obviously it had nothing to do with Chardonnay herself, but he squeezed his eyes shut and opened his mouth as though to rehearse the words to say but his breath caught in his throat, the feeling of the cold gun inside his mouth returning despite the fact it was no longer there. He squeezed his eyes shut, a single tear trickling down his cheek despite his best desire to stop it. He quickly rose a hand to his cheek to wipe it off before anyone knew that he was unnerved. Hell, if he called his dad up in this state, would Geoffrey get mad he was being so emotional? Chardonnay’s points from earlier—though it was only an hour or two ago it felt like a lifetime—were true, despite the fact Chad had confidence in himself. His father was very cold. If he got emotional, Geoffrey would lose respect for him. That was something Chad couldn't afford.

Without his father’s money, he’d been that broken, 13 year old boy his mother threw on the streets. He brought one of his hands to his lower face, cupping it, squeezing his cheeks as his eyes were closed. What if his father thought he was too weak to be related to him anymore? Sure, his father had adopted him after he’d been abandoned and opened his home and heart to him, but… he still kicked him out as a baby. How was he supposed to feel unconditional support from a man who’d left him to die when he was a baby?

Chad quickly wiped his cheeks again, staring up at the ceiling, composing himself and willing the tears to stop. He was scared to call his father. So he was thankful when Susan and Amy showed up, delaying that.

Chad turned towards Susan and Amy, listening to Susan rage at the receptionist and break when she heard her brother was in surgery. Of course she came over to them not long after, and Chad said nothing at first, instead listening to Susan ask them questions and Chardonnay answer, starting to lose control, his brows raising slightly at the unexpectedly emotional side of Chardonnay he was seeing right now, though it wasn't too surprising given the situation they'd just been in.

Susan listened to Chardonnay lose her temper, clamping a hand to her mouth as the only thought that was ricocheting around in her mind was not him, too. Susan had not paid attention when the EMT told her where the bullet was- -and the way that Chardonnay was speaking now made her think that the injuries were worse than they actually were. Of course Chardonnay couldn’t help it since she’d been through a lot but hearing the words, hearing that not only her brother’s life but her former students lives were threatened she started to cry, the whites of her eyes turning red as her cheeks blotched up, trying to keep her breathing less obnoxious with the hand clamped to her mouth. However because she was trying too hard to be quiet that made it much harder to do.

”I’m so sorry.” Susan said, looking at Chardonnay as she wiped her eyes with her hand, her voice trembling as she spoke. She lowered her hand and reached the one that hadn’t touched her lower face to rest on Chardonnay’s shoulder, not sure if the girl would appreciate the attempted comfort given their meetings in the past but wanting to offer it anyway. That Arthur was shot by robbers made her feel worse—Arthur had likely been out shopping, shopping for things that Susan had asked him to go out and buy. If he died, it would be all her fault. She wanted to say something else to comfort Chardonnay and Chad—who had actually been silent, watching this display happening—but the words couldn’t form on her lips.

All she could think about was sitting there, alone in the emergency room when she was 18 years old, sobbing on one of the chairs after the nurses told her that saving Mr. and Mrs. Summers was hopeless and the depression that followed their passing. It was selfish, yes, but Susan could not lose her brother. He was her rock; he was the one who had helped her out of her depression when she lost their parents. How was she meant to cope with losing him so young? She couldn’t see through the tears as she cried.

”I’m so sorry.” she repeated, wanting to tell them that no one was to blame and that it was all the robbers fault, and that they would be ok. But that was the thing—Susan didn’t know if they would.

Amy’s brow furrowed at Chardonnay’s anger towards her. Why the hell was Chardonnay so angry at her?! Amy had just got here! Sure, there was the whole rumor thing, but this was a little more serious than a rumor that spread in high school! Her boyfriend was in emergency surgery and Chardonnay had the nerve to snap at her like that? No—the nerve to blame Mason like that?!

”In case you haven’t noticed Mason is in surgery right now! You can get pissed off at me when he’s alive, when both of them are!” Amy snapped, for once losing her temper, the tears of both women beside her contagious as her own brown eyes welled up with warmth. She turned towards Chad, who was silent. Chad met her eyes and blinked.

Chad glanced over at the hallway Arthur and Mason had been taken down, wanting to see a nurse come out and tell them they were fine—something. The police were watching the scene, but didn’t come over, instead respecting the emotions of the victims and anger of the family.

Rory looked at Amy and cracked a fake smile. he left the room and went outside. sweat and tears flowing form his face as he couldnt tell them the real reason why mason did what he did. he sat shaking at the fear of losing his best friend and the only preson he truly care about.


"Amy O'Neal?"A doctor asked as he walked into the room they where in. "Mason is in recovery now. they stopped the bleeding. he needs rest but he called for you. He is very lucky to be alive with the amount of blood lost."The doctor said to her as she led her to a room where mason was with a Iv attached to him and other things.

"yes sort of mostly in and out."the doctor said as mason eyes where opened but not moving.. He smiled when he saw Amy not really sure any of this was real. Soon Rory came in and handed something to mason before leaving. "Amy I am soory."Rory said leaving as he went to his dorm. Rory could must the strength and the fellings he felt seeing mason in that room.

"help me keep Rory check."Mason said as he smiled at her relieved and happy. he let her hand go as he laid down. he winced in pain as his shoulder moved. he calned back down and fell asleep. "Amy I will keep you posted" the nurse said giving her the floors number.