"LUKE!" I yell, as Bo and I catch him before he hits the ground.
His face is twisted in pain, but he manages to look up at me. Bo and I help him over to the couch, where we carefully sit him down. I sit down on his left side, grabbing his hand. I search him for the wound, spotting some blood just above his knee.
I tell this to Bo who's eyes widen. I sigh in relief, at least he didn't get shot in the heart. Anger surges through me, replacing the relief. How DARE Ben shoot him? I get up, turning to glare at Ben, who was still pointing the gun at Luke. I step in front of Luke, who reaches out, and takes my hand again. I turn to him, still shielding him from the gun, giving him a raised eyebrow. He pulls me, causing me to fall forward.I grab the back of the couch to break my fall, my lips crashing against Lukes, literally, shocking me. He grabs my legs and pulls them up, on either side of his, so I'm straddling him. (A/N aaawwwkkkkkwwwaaarrrdd)
My face burns, feeling like its 1000 degrees. Luke moves his hands up to my face, cupping my cheeks, before gently pushing my face off of his. He grins up at me, stroking my cheek. My face heats up to 2000 degrees, or so it feels like it.
Pain suddenly flashes across his face, and he grits his teeth together, and his eye twitches. Someone grabs my hair and starts to pull on it, but Luke's arm go around my waist, preventing, who I assumed was Ben, from pulling me off of the couch.
"LET THAT GIRL GO NOW!" Uncle Jesse yells.
He let's me go, and I think that he's going to leave me alone, until a Sharp pain hits the side of my head and I flinch. Bo growls and someone gets punched, before landing on the floor with a thud. I jump, and nuzzle my head into Lukes neck out of fear. That had better not be Bo on the ground or I swear I will destroy Ben. Luke chuckles.
"Nice job Bo," he says, then flinched again.
I get off of Luke, and turn to sit on the couch, but slide off out of shock at the sight in front of me. Ben was laying unconscious on the ground, with Bo standing at his feet, looking down at him, also in shock.
Luke attempts to pull me back up onto the couch, but I don't let him. I roll up his pant leg, to just above his knee. He flinches in pain, and I examine the wound, noticing that he does in fact have an exit wound, so the bullet is laying on the floor somewhere.
A/N
Sorry, this is a bit short. But ya know, writers block.
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