The next morning I was woken up by Nick; he was leaning over me and covering my mouth with his hand. He held his finger up against his mouth, telling me to be quiet. I'm sure my eyes must have been big and round as saucers at the fear I felt. I immediately knew someone was here, going by how Nick was acting. When he was sure I wasn't going to make a sound, he slowly removed his hand from my face and got up from the bed, silently tossing me some clothes to put on. I clothed myself hastily but quietly and watched Nick the whole time.
He was already dressed, and he retrieved a couple of guns from underneath the bed, put one in the back of his jeans, and held the other one in his hand. He gestured for me to come to him with his head, and I did so, only trembling a little bit. Nick was so ten
