Hush Baby Im here

Chapter 13

Instead of obeying to the order of the unfriendly male voice we all took out our weapons and pointed at the invisible man.

"Put them on the ground." I could see him start to emerge through the trees. No one made any move to do so. 

"I said put them fucking down!" He yelled sharply, Rick and Carol had there guns pointed towards him.

He looked quite young, probably in his twenty's, and he was tall. He gave a whistle and more men surfaced from the trees, pointing weapons at us. 

There was about twenty of them, no way could we take them.

"Listen I don't want any trouble-" Rick started.

"No, no, no you asked for trouble when you didn't put your weapons on the fucking ground." He said furiously.

Rick slowly lowered his gun towards the pavement, holding eye contact with the man the entire time.

"Now tell the rest of them to do the same too." He said more calmly.

Rick turned to us and nodded, we all looked hesitant, but slowly we lowered our weapons to the pavement.

I dropped my gun out in front of me, but I left my knife tucked in my belt, under my shirt.

"Dave," he said motioning to a tall bald man that was holding a gun to Maggie, while Glenn stood tense.

The man, Dave, shoved all our weapons away from us with his feet.

"Now stand in a line." The director said. My throat got tighter as we arranged our selves.
Execution.

My lung's barely moved, I felt like I had just run a marathon.

"Boys." Director cocked his gun to us. Three men started to pat down Glenn, Gabriel, and Carl. I could tell Rick was tense, I wondered why.

They had found no weapons, I then realized everyone else had also put down there knives.

I started to panic.
Maybe I could just put it down now.

It was to late, a shorter, fatter man ran his hands along my jack and pockets, and when he got to my waist he froze.

He started to pull the knife out, smiling a gaped tooth smile.

"Justin. She's got eh knife." He called over his shoulder. My chin quaked.

Director, Justin, made his way over to me, he stood so close to me I could see a small scar in the bridge of his nose.

"Did I not tell you to lay ALL your weapons down?" He whispered in my ear.

I nodded.

"Well are you going to apologize for not listening?" He asked, still in my ear. The other men had carried on searching the rest of the group.

"I'm sorry?" I said confused.

He backed away for a second, looking at me, before leaning in and whispering; "that's not convincing enough, you'll have to do not then that." With that his tongue touched me ear before he bit lightly on it. My first reflex was to gag, my second to push him the hell away. 

I went with my second.

He looked angry at that, his hand came up so fast it all seemed like a blur, before it smacked the right side of my face so hard I fell over. I heard a bit of yelling as I picked myself up from the concrete, shrouded to see two men holding Daryl back, and another on Rick. Justin grabbed my hair before I had time to move, and his whole crew laughed. I wanted to vomit. 

"So which one of you is this bitch sleeping with?" He asked loudly.

Everyone was silent, Justin's hand came around my torso and neck.

"This isn't about her, this wasn't about her, take what you want and go" Rick replied calmly, holding his hand out.

I caught Daryl's face, it was angry. I could tell he was worried by the way he shuffled.

He wasn't looking at me though, he was glaring at Justin.

"Yeah okay, so it's you?" He asked Rick.

"No! It's no one, stop." I breathed, barely got it out before he turned me around and backed me up against a car forcefully. The car door handle jabbed into my back, there would be a bruise there.

"Shut the hell up!" He shouted at me. There was something in his eyes, not just that he had anger issues, they were cold and detached, like this world had taken over him. The slightest thing sent him over the edge, I think he was mentally insane.

"All I asked was to put all your weapons on the ground. And you didn't do that." He said almost like a five year old whining.

He pushed himself against me, doorknob jabbing into my back again, and wrapped one hand around my waist, and pulling a gun to my head. I feverishly fight against him but I couldn't escape his tight grip. Eventually resorting to a stiff board, hey maybe I could take another bullet and make it. 

His face was in a contorted smile, amused when I squirmed, shutting my eyes. I felt more embarrassed than anything.

"Stop!" Maggie shouted, I opened my eyes, she was trembling with fear. 

He did, putting the gun down, turning his head toward the her. Justin waited for her to continue.

"Will I finally get an answer?" He loosened his arms a bit, letting me breath again.

"It's no one," I start, "That's not important, you were angry that I didn't put my knife down, and I'm sorry okay, what do you want from me, leave these people alone." The sentence comes out stern and cold, but on the inside my nerves were buzzing.

He turned back to me and jammed him lips onto mine, his mouth opening while I kept mine forced shut. Turning my face away, trying to escape his hunger. His hand came to my jaw holding my face in place as his other arm kept the gun to my head.

I wanted to scream, but I couldn't. I knew if I waited for the right moment I could get his gun. Slowly the grip lessened and I knew I could slip away, but there was a chance he would shoot me. 

I was just about to grab the gun before he was pulled off me and I fell to my knees from sudden relief.