Gerard couldn't describe the feeling building inside his chest. It was similar to the fire he felt whenever Peyton smiled or looked at him with those happy eyes of hers, but it wasn't the same. This fire was brutal, and not very pleasant at all. He let the fire consume him and force him forward. He let it help ease the anxiety he felt with each press of the trigger, every bang! of his gun. He never let it cloud his mind though. His only concern was Peyton. He focused on every detail he could think of her. It kept the fire from completely consuming him. She had exactly 37 freckles on her face, three on her back, two on her chest, and one on her hip bone. He loved the one on her hip, he'd laid many kisses on it before. Her hair wasn't just …show more content…
Her muscles held almost no resistance, and because he was moving so much, he couldn't tell if she was breathing or not. She released a little sound right near his ear, which soothed his anxiety just enough to keep him going. She was alive, that much was certain. Everything was going to be okay. They were going to make it out of here. They would have children, homemade dinners, movie nights, and everything they could ever want. Their future was ensured now- Bang! Gerard froze. He could feel something warm trickling down his stomach, and he looked down to see a hole in his shirt. Blood quickly started to stain his clothes. Once the adrenaline wore off, he could tell this wound would be fatal. He couldn't help but drop Peyton and collapse. Peyton weakly pushed herself up, and she looked heartbroken and in shock. She looked at the source of the shot. "Frank. . . how could you?" She choked out. Gerard pushed himself up just enough to see a shaky Frank holding a gun. The tip was still smoking just a tiny bit. His eyes were wild and full of fear. Frank had shot Gerard. "I'm sorry, Peyton! But he's put you in danger! He can't live here, he's an alien! You'll never be safe with him!" Frank said, his voice shrill and full of