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Raphael nodded, got in his truck, and pulled out of his driveway.

He was about halfway down the street when I felt another presence, causing me to look to the side.

“Don’t move,” the boy snapped.

Ellison.

He looked cold.

He was wearing nothing but a long sleeved tee, a pair of dark washed jeans, and a pair of lime green Jordan’s that would likely get ruined in the snow.

Oh, and he had a gun.

Pointed at my face.

I blinked, my fingers freezing on keys, and looked up from the gun to his eyes.

“What do you want?” I asked carefully, my fingers gripping the computer with a grip that would likely pain me in the morning.

“Get up. Go inside,” he gestured to the door with a red can that was in his hand.

My body froze, eyes going wide at the sight of the gas can in his hand.

I couldn’t tell you why that made my throat swell and my heart stutter in my chest.

Both the gun and the can of gas were troubling, but the gun was the more imminent threat to have right then; but you wouldn’t be able to tell my body that.

“Go!” He screamed.

My eyes went sideways as I rose from my chair, placing the computer on the chair where I’d been sitting and turning to walk inside.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” Ellison ordered gruffly.

I opened the door to my house.

***

Drew

“Where’s your head at?” Tai asked as he shoved his hands into his pockets.

I dropped my phone into my pants pocket and pulled the hood back up over my head.

“That was Raphael, my neighbor. He said he had to leave,” I muttered, my stomach suddenly sinking.

I couldn’t explain it, but getting that call from Raphael saying he had to leave had my belly somewhere near my knees.

“I need to run by the house and get my parka,” I informed him. “I left it at the house last night. Do you think the boys will go for a run to the house?”

“I don’t see why not,” Tai shrugged. “It’s less than five minutes from the station. Technically, we wouldn’t even have to leave there if we didn’t want to. Plus, I’m sure Chief Allen would let us stay there due to the fact that there’s no power at the station.”

“The engine and medic would be in the snow, though. I doubt he’d like that very much,” I said, playing devil’s advocate.

Tai shrugged. “Back the medic into your car port. The engine will be fine.”

I nodded and turned to see what the guys’ thought, and they were all for it.

Apparently, sitting in a dark station with no electricity was a good motivator.