Danger-us

5~Hungry

LIZ'S POV

The closet was spacious so it was easy to hide. I ended up hiding behind a long rack of long coats. I also turned off the closet light just in case. There was so much commotion downstairs, a mix of shit breaking, gunshots and yelling.

I started hearing someone run upstairs, I thought it was the man who'd been keeping me in his house but I still heard fighting downstairs, this had to be an intruder. I heard them reach the room and start walking around. "Come on, I know someone's in here. I can feel it," I heard an aged jersey accent say. I was immediately on alert, thinking of what to do if he finds me.

They were looking everywhere, knocking everything on the ground. "I know you're in there, just come out," He yelled, I didn't respond, I just sat there waiting for what was going to happen. "Ok I'm coming in!" He said kicking open the door.

"I know you're there, just come out," He said, I didn't respond, I just sat there waiting for what was going to happen. "Ok I'm coming in!" He said kicking open the door.  "Shit, Not here, huh?"

"Oh so you in here? Come out or I'm busting in and killing you," He yelled in front of the closet door. I went in straight panic mode. My breath began getting much quicker with thoughts running around in my head. How was I supposed to defend myself. I need to start looking around for what I can use as a weapon.

"Ok I'm coming in, 1," he said starting his count-down, I looked around and ended up looking to my right seeing a gun. The problem is that it's across from me and if I run and get it now, he'll hear me and come in and kill me. "2... Come out and make this easy," he yelled again. I started getting up in a position that will help me run faster to the gun, as he finished counting I'd run to the gun.

"3..." as soon as he said that I got up and ran to the gun, as fast as I could. He kicked the door open and started charging for me. I was shaking so much that the gun was fumbling in my hand, when I finally got a hold of it I pulled the trigger and shot looking away. 

"Shit!" he wailed in pain. When I looked at him, I noticed I shot his leg, but that didn't stop him from charging at me. He started aiming a gun at me but before he could shoot, I aimed my gun at his head and shot, shooting him directly in the middle of his head. His body fell and on the floor lifeless, with blood spilling out his head.

"What the fuck." was all I said, I just shot someone. But I didn't feel bad or anything, all I could feel was an adrenaline rush throughout my body. I got up and started running out the closet and  room, I looked down the railing for upstairs and saw five guys laying on the ground with blood surrounding them and three still fighting.

 One guy was pinning the guy that was with me this morning to the ground and there was another one about to stomp his head off. From feeling like a badass because of killing that other guy, I aimed the gun again and shot again without looking away this time. The bullet went right through the big guys torso.

He immediately fell to the ground, yelling in pain. The guy pinning Mr. Man to the ground looked up at me getting distracted, then Mr. Man took that opportunity to hit the guy in the throat causing the guy to pass out. Mr. Man got up, picked up a bat and started using it to beat both those guys unconscious. I flinched and looked away every hit.

"Lets go we have to leave! Don't leave your weapon, put it in the trunk and just wait for me in the car," He yelled. I immediately got up and ran the car outside. I put the gun in the trunk and hopped in the passengers seat. This felt so unreal, I don't even know this man and I just killed someone for him. He better pay me or something because I wouldn't even kill for someone that I really love.

 I was just sitting there, hungry and running on pounds of adrenaline. Should I have felt happy and jumpy over killing two people? Nope, but I still did. After all the stress I've been through, this was the adrenaline rush I needed. After some minutes to sit and get my thoughts together, Mr. Man walked into the car. It looked like he rinsed all the blood off him and covered all his wounds. I didn't have blood or anything on me, so I was fine. He started the car and started driving without saying a thing to me.

"Are you taking me home now?" I asked to break the silence. I had to admit, I had fun but I'm hungry and I need to talk to my friends.

"Nope" he answered popping the p. I glared at him confusingly. What the fuck am I even doing with him?

"So if we didn't hook up or anything, why am I with you?" I asked. I might as well get answers out of him now.

"I can explain later," He said blankly.

"But at the house you said you were going to explain everything to me in the car. I want my answers," I said to him. He let out a loud deep sigh.

"Fine. Ask your questions," he said with an attitude.

"Ok then, firstly, why was I with you? The last place I remember being at was this party not your home," I asked him. He took a deep breath.

"Ok, if I tell you this you better not think I'm lying because I'm not," He said with a stern voice.

"OK, damn just fucking answer," I told him.

He took another deep breath in before he started to explain. "Basically you got drugged. The guy that tapped your shoulder telling you that you dropped some money put some drugs in your drink while you were looking away. After like 15 or 30 minutes the drugs kicked in, and he started to pick you up and take you outside. Then I noticed and came to get you. I took you home, give you stuff to wash the drugs away and put you in my bed to sleep. Nothing weird happened between us." he explained. I just sat there, frozen from shock. It was the guy who pointed me to that free fifty on the floor? Damn.

"Did you kill him? Or at least get him arrested?" I asked.

"I think so, I knocked him out after calling the police, so he wouldn't run, But after I took you home to get you help. Can you believe he gave you 3 different strong drugs? He's sick, mental even" He said shaking his head.

"Ok, so where are we going, and why can't I go home?" I asked him. He didn't even answer, he just kept driving. "Hello? I asked you a fucking question,"

"You'll find out just calm down," He sharply let out trying to cut my sentence off.

"Ok then fuck. Can I at least know your name?" I asked

"Its Izaiah, can you please stop asking questions now?" He yelled

"Well fuck can I at least get some food? I'm fucking starving." I whined, right when I was about to go down and eat there had to be an action movie taking place, Just great.

"You'll get food when we arrive, just be patient for god's sake," He semi-yelled. All I could do was scoff and attempt to get comfortable. This dude is so pissed off, Its like he got a broom stuck up his ass during that fight.

I reclined my seat and started to go to sleep, It felt like it was going to be a long ride.

End of chapter 5