Being his baby

The sound of fired bullets only heralded a maddening silence. Zade and I had frozen with the sound in the air, our conversation abandoned even though I knew later the question would rise up again in my heart.

Zade had moved into action mode and carried me into the room,

“I’ll have to lock you in. It is not safe.” He said like he knew what was happening downstairs while I was once again in the dark.

“Tell me what’s wrong?” I asked, I needed to know.

“It’s nothing Carlos wouldn’t sort. Don’t bother yourself, you need rest.” He said again.

Nevertheless, I could always ask what happened later, the least I could do was to stay out of the way and not cause trouble, especially with bullets flying around. But it was surprising no sounds followed the two gunshots we heard earlier.

He tucked me into the bed and left, turning to give me one last look before closing the door. I heard the click that told me he had locked me in.

I pulled my phone out of the drawer it had been since I was in t