Stranded ✓

Chapter 4

The Seventh Month:

I heard shouting and jumped up quickly, rubbed my eyes and looked around me. Four men were standing beside the swing having a heated argument. I could hear what they were saying.

"We messed up, big time" Said the one who was wearing a hoodie.

The one furthest away from him went up and punched him. His hair looked blond from where I was sitting. What is going on?

"We messed up? No! you were the one who didn't collect the goods. Ace is going to kill you"

"He's going to kill all of us" A brown hair one said.

The silent one shook his head, "Not if we kill you first" He lifted the gun he was holding and shot the hoodied man in the head.

I couldn't hold back the small scream as the man fell back to his death.

The remaining three turned and looked in my direction.

Every bone in my body was telling me to run, but I couldn't.  Not when the man was holding a gun in his hands. Not when he looked like a man who didn't miss shots. Jesus help!

I trembled with fear as the men walked towards me. And bent my head, looking at the ground in fear.

"Lift up your head" One of them said.

I ignored the command and kept my head down.

"I said lift up your head" The same said, sternly.

I jumped at the loudness of his voice and lifted my head. All three men were hovering over me. I couldn't see their faces because there wasn't any light shinning. That was one of the reasons I chose this spot.

The man with the gun was directly in front of me.

"What are you doing out here all alone?" He asked. It seemed as if he was the one doing all the talking. He was, after all, the only one with a gun in his hands.

I forced my mouth to open, "I'm homeless" They weren't any other answers than to tell them the truth.

"Is that right?" He asked rhetorically. I could hear the slight amusement in his voice and it made me tremble.

"Did you see anything just now?" He asked, looking back
at the dead body that laid only meters away. He knew I
saw, why else would I have screamed?

I quickly shook my head, "I was sleeping, and I heard the gunshot"

"Well too bad. I still have to kill you" He looked down at the gun in his hands and admired it.

I shook my head and clasped my hands, "Please no. I'm
begging you. Please don't kill me and baby"

"Baby?" He asked with a frown.

I nod and move the blanket off my body, showing my
seven-month belly.

"Please. I'm begging you, please don't kill me. I won't tell anyone" My eyes were burning, and my chest felt heavy.

All I could think about was my baby. God help me!

"How old are you?" He asked, still looking down at his gun.

My throat started to tighten as I answered. "Nineteen"

"Why are you sleeping in a children's park?"

"My father kicked me out" 

"Then, no one will miss you when I kill you" I shivered
as his words. My heart was beating fast that I could
hear and feel every single beat.

He lifted his gun and pointed it straight at my head as he did with the man in the hoodie.

I started to whimper. "Please.." I begged with my eyes
closed. But it was no use. He pushed the hammer down.

to be continued...