John B ignores the danger to himself, rushing to mine and Petrkin's side. He helps me gently unbutton her police shirt, revealing the once white singlet underneath and he pulls his bandana from his neck. He presses it to the wound, both of our hands pressing hard on the area.

    "Call," Peterkins' wheeze comes out barely illegible. John B looks up at me, my erratic eyes scanning everything around me as she continues, "Call for help."

    John B catches on, grabbing Peterkins walkie talkie from her uniform, his thumb hovering over the talk button. Rafe steps closer, his eagle eyes seeing everything as he holds the gun closer to John B's head.

    "Don't try it, asshole," Rafe warns. 

   "Rafe, please. She's going to die," I cry, my hand drifting down to hold Peterkin's weak hand in mine, my other pressing on her wound.

    "John B, give me the radio," Ward commands, trying to convey calmness, but anyone could see he's panicking.

    "Rafe, please. You're not a murderer, you're not," I plead with him, my eyes puffy from the tears as I watch his face, my knees scraping on the runway, "You're not like him, Rafe,"

    "Just shut up," Rafe screams, the gun still trained on my brother as Ward leans and pulls the radio from his hands.

    Ward stands, holding the radio up to Rafe, "Rafe, I've got it. Calm down. Put the gun down, I got it,"

    "Run," Peterkin's voice snatches my attention back to her, my heart clenching as I look down at her scared face.

    I shake my head, "We're not leaving you,"

    My eyes move to Ward and Rafe as they argue, trying to figure out their next steps. I turn to John B, signalling him over to their distracted state. As if he can read his mind, he begins to shake his head, "No,"

    "Yes, John B, go. Run," I whisper, my lip trembling the whole time, "He won't kill me or Sarah. He will kill you. Please,"

    John B stares at me, his eyes drifting to Sarah as he weighs his options. He looks down at Peterkin, his blood-soaked hands squeezing her tightly, "I'm sorry,"

    He gets up slowly, quietly turning and heading for the front of the plane as I stay kneeling beside the Sheriff.

    "Where are you going, huh?" Rafe shouts, noticing the movement very quickly.

    "No!" Sarah shouts, latching onto Rafe as he storms past me, my brother hightailing it out of here.

    Ward and Sarah attempt to hold Rafe back, all of them struggling with the gun for different reasons. 

    My body trembles further, my mind refusing to let me leave the dying woman at my knees, our hands almost sticking together from the blood. Even as gunshots ring out, all I can do is hope none of them hit John B.

    Ward gets the gun from Rafe, restraining the erratic male as Sarah runs over to me, dropping beside Peterkin where John B was. She sobs, placing her hand over mine to try and stop the bleeding, "I'm sorry,"

    "It's not your fault, sweetie," Peterkin reassures, her voice so weak the wind almost drowns it out.

    Sarah continues to sob, her hand subtly holding mine over Peterkin's wound, neither of us wanting to let the woman go.

    "Sarah," Ward instructs, coming over to us.

    "What?" She snaps, her voice strained.

    "I need you both to leave," Ward insists.

    "She's dying!" Sarah shouts in disbelief.

    "Ward, you need to call the medic, she needs help!" I demand, Sarahs shouts overlapping with mine. Our pleas fall on deaf ears, Ward standing up in frustration.

    "Enough!" He shouts, walking over to Rafe and holding his shoulder, "You need to get them out of here, take your sister home,"

    Sarah looks up at me, his puffy eyes trying to signal for me to make a run for it now. I nod, looking down at Peterkin with intense sorrow, silently pushing myself to a stand. Sarah is with her now.

    As soon as I get to my feet, Rafe turns and makes eye contact with me, a coldness in his eyes inherited from his father. Air gets stuck in my throat, my legs pushing me to bolt for the back of the plane, my throat scratching in pain as I bolt.

    I barely get off the tarmac before Rafes' arms wrap around me, lifting me off the ground as I yell and thrash in his arms.

   He spins me around until I'm facing the car his Dad arrived in, giving me a perfect view of Sarah as Ward shoves her screaming body into the front seat.

   I claw at Rafes' arms, leaving scratches on the flesh as he shoves me into the backseat behind Sarah. Rafe practically presses his face into the glass, his face something of a wild animal as he looks between us, "Don't move!"

    My body feels numb as Rafe climbs into the driver's seat, turning the car on and speeding off so fast the wheels screech on the tarmac. I turn in my seat, watching through the back window as Ward and Peterkin slowly disappear from view. 

   Sitting straight, I check the door beside me, the unclicked lock like a blinding light of hope. I check Sarah's door, the same unlocked symbol on hers. I let a shaky breath run through me, my bloody hands transferring prints onto my bare legs as I continue to observe my surroundings. 

    Don't jump out yet.

    I breathe again, the air coming out steadier.

    "She had the hammer back, you know that, right?" Rafe speaks once we're clear of the runway, his words only filling me with more rage. "She was gonna blow his head off."

    "No, she was arresting him, Rafe," Sarah corrects.

    "Okay, I couldn't sit there and let it happen, okay? She was gonna kill him," Rafe repeats. My brows furrow as I watch the back of his head. Deep confusion overcomes me at the thought of his delusions and his version of the situation. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. She was gonna kill him,"

    I catch Sarah's eye in the rearview mirror, my head subtly nodding to the right side to divert her attention to the unlocked doors. She does, looking between the gap of the seat at me and nodding.

    "No, she wasn't, Rafe," I say numbly, snatching his attention from the road to the rearview mirror as he looks at me with those same wild eyes, "She was doing her job and arresting him. Your father, who murdered my-"

    "You don't know what the hell you're talking about, okay?" He shouts, his hand retracting only to slam back onto the steering wheel in anger, "Those pogues have warped your brain, Phoebe-"

    His words are cut off as Sarah uses the distraction to unbuckle her seat belt, her hands reaching for the car door and pushing it open. Rafe yells, reaching for his sister as I do the same.

    The harsh gust of wind hits me hard, and I waste no time before throwing myself out of the car and onto the gravel road below. 

    The small yellow rocks scrape my skin, leaving marks and sore spots as force my weak body to recover from the blow.

    I push myself to stand, some of the yellow stones still stuck to my skin as I observe my surroundings. The truck brakes momentarily in the near distance, dust flying up. But, no Sarah.

    "Go!" I hear her scream from the car, moving off into the distance while braking on and off as if Rafe can't decide whether to go after me or not.

    "Fuck," I whisper to myself, dashing off into the forest, shoving branches and leaves out of my way.

                    My feet ache as I run through the town, careful to keep any blood-soaked parts of me hidden from both other people and myself. I don't stop running until I reach our meeting spot, the place I know the Pogues and, hopefully, my brother will be.

    The three figures come into view, JJ noticing me first as he runs towards me, meeting me halfway. Kie and Pope are close behind, all of them taking note of my bloody hands.

    "Phoebe, are you good? Whose blood is this? Is it yours?" JJ fires, panic clear in his face. He takes my face in his hands, forcing my teary eyes to meet his as he stares at me in horror, something like hopelessness on his face, "Are you hurt?"

    I shake my head, my face pinching together as tears well up in my eyes all over again.

    Before I let them fall, movement over JJ's shoulder catches my eye. John B emerges from behind the wall of the shelter, his demeanour something like mine.

   I let out a sigh of relief, brushing past JJ and running to my brother, wrapping my arms around him tightly.

    He's okay.

    "What the hell happened out there?" Pope asks from behind.

    I pull away from my brother, turning back to the group just as police sirens sound, a blue squad car appearing in the distance.

    "Shit," JJ whispers, grabbing my hand and pulling me over to stacked shelves, all of us dropping down behind the items and covering our presence. 

   The cop car leaves, all of us taking in a breath of relief, my forehead pressing against the item in front of me.

    I stay like that for a while