Save me

Chapter 1: Introduction

A/N: So this is a story I wrote awhile back in 2013 back on FanFiction.Net when I was 14 for Modern warfare. I've decided to bring it onto here and share it among a newer and active platform of readers since I've heard rumors that FanFiction.Net will either be removed indefinitely or it's no longer be maintained and is abandoned and I don't want to lose this story of cringe.

Please be advise, the grammatical errors in this would make a English teacher cry. I CRINGED when I re-read this to myself. This is currently going through very heavy revising/re-editing phase as we speak. A lot will be cut out.

I will be posting the newly updated Chapters as I go along. Please enjoy this story from then 14yr-old me. Thank you.

Ten...

Lydia raised her head in surprise when Tamara busted in to the room. There was complete panic on her face when she gazed at her. "Tamara?" She stated out softly as she got off the bed quickly, feeling uneasy. "What's wrong?" Just as she asked that, her friend yanked the rug that always laid in front of the bed and quickly kicked it under her bed. She than started to remove wooden floor broads, reveling a well hidden compartment where it looked like someone can be put there. "T-Tamara?" She got up and quickly grasp her shoulder's. She could see tears in her eyes. She could feel the fear.

"They found us!"

Nine...

She ushered her into the hidden space, quickly grasping her hands and squeezing them tightly as tears fell. She kissed the top of Lydia's hands before dropping them and took off her necklace, grabbed her right hand, placed it inside the palm then closed her hands around it. "I'm so sorry Lydia. I meant my promise but I can't keep it. Sisters for life even after death," she whispered raspy as she stood over while she stared horrified at her. "It was worth knowing you for seven months Lydia," she smiled, sadness in her eyes, "I will never forget the friendship you gave me."

"Tamara don't!" She cried out, feeling tears fall down her face. She shook her head a defiant no.

"He'll come after you. You know that." She opened her mouth to protest but screams and gun fire erupted downstairs. "Shit!" she gasp.

Eight...

She started grabbing the wooden floor broads and started to quickly place them over her. She watched with terrified eyes as she held the last one. She stared at her with tear filled eyes before she looked away and put the last piece. She was engulfed in darkness, besides the little rays of light that shone through the tight cracks. "I'm sorry Lydia."

Seven...

She heard her get up and start running about the room. The screaming and gunfire got louder and louder as they approached closer to the room. Lydia could hear something being pushed and scrape against the wooden floor. She was pushing the dresser to block the door to keep them out. She could hear and slightly see her figure running across the room and could hear her pulling out drawers making things fall to the floor. What was she looking for? "Tamara! Hide!" She begged as she cried.

Six...

Tamara folded the clothes as Lydia laid in bed thinking and softly caressing her round tummy. "Why did you save me?" She asked suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Why did you save me? You had a choice to leave me behind." She put down the shirt she had in her hand and gazed at her with a questioning stare.

"There wasn't really much of a choice Lydia. You were freezing when I found you. And to top things off, you're pregnant."

"If I wasn't pregnant you wouldn't have bothered to touch me wouldn't you?" She asked in a whisper.