Be Careful What You Wish For... (George Shelley Fanfiction)

Chapter 15

"Listen here,and listen good little missy, you understand me?" I nodded,and the guy stood in front of me,hands pinning me up against the wall,his sharp eyes staring me down. I felt something sharp at my neck,a knife blade,I could tell. I stared at him in his eyes,his bloodshot eyes. Breath murdering my nostrils with its boozy smell,he spoke again,harsher this time. "I want you to tell me,where the hell our crack has gone,you understand? From what I've heard,you're the only one who knows where it is, and if you don't tell me,I will slice this blade across your neck until you die. Understand?" I nodded,and he released me. "Good girl,"he said,in a patronizing tone of voice. "Now tell me where it is,you little bitch. Unless you want the knife against your neck? Do you want this knife against your neck,SLUT?" I shook my head,and then croaked out,"I'm not a slut."

His fierce eyes locked on me,and he spoke. "What did you just say,SLUT?" Clearing my throat,I repeated what I just said to him and he nodded,then said,"So,little girly,if you're not a slut,then what are you?" I looked up to the sky and hoped for a miracle. "ANSWER ME SLUT!" The guy screamed in my face,and I heard a motorbike near to us. The screeching of the wheels,and then footsteps.

"Listen girly,I'm gonna give you one last chance to answer me,or I will pound this knife into your heart and kill you,okay? If you're not a slut,then what are you?" Then,another voice,clear and loud,cut into the cold,harsh midnight air.

A familiar voice.

"She's my girlfriend."

I smiled the moment I heard the voice,and knew that God had heard my prayer after all. At least there was a little bit of hope in the world. The man stood in front of me moved away,crossing over to George. "Well,if it isn't our little friend,George Paul Shelley. You guys all remember George,don't you?" His henchmen grunted in response,and he turned back to George. "Now George,is this girl-" he pointed at me,and I shivered with fear-"your girlfriend?" George nodded shakily,and a smirk crossed the other guy's face.

"You don't scare me,Smith!" George said bravely. 'Smith' just laughed.

"Prove it,short stuff. Tell me where my crack is,otherwise you both die." George gulped,and extended his hand out to me. Hesitantly,I grabbed it,and he pulled me to my feet. He handed me something cold,hard,with a trigger.

A gun.

I looked at him,scared. He nodded,and I held the gun up,pulled the trigger,and shot Smith twice in the heart. Staggering down to the ground,he took his final breath and collapsed onto the cold floor,face first. I slowly put the gun down,and wrapped it around Smith's fingers. Placing my hand into George's,we walked over to his motorbike and started to get ready to go.

"You were amazing out there," George said to me. I looked at him shocked,chuckled and shook my head."I really mean it Elle. That kinda thing takes heaps of courage,I could never have killed him like that myself. Well done babe."

I smiled,and said,"I couldn't have done it without you babe. I love you." And then we kissed in the moonlight,the heavens opening up from above and showering us in damp drips. When we pulled away,our hair was wet. I smirked,and said,"Just like the movies," and them he pulled me in again,and we got onto his bike and rode home,me clutching tightly to him the whole time.