00.04 - Escaping the Bullets.
The hairs on my arms stood up as I looked at the alarm clock; 2:58 it read. I let out a sigh, rubbing my hands against the rough skin of my face. Louis had been snoring very loudly next to me as soon as his head hit the pillow. I kept leaning my head up to see what Harry was doing, and every time, I would see him sleeping away on the sofa.
My right hand had been cuffed to the bedpost to ensure that I wouldn't escape. I would yank constantly on the cuffs, but they seemed to get tighter every time. I felt a tear slip through, but I whipped it with the remaining hand I had free.
As I ran my free hand through my hair, I noticed something bumpy. I reached up and pulled it out, and what laid in my hand was the key of escaping, a bobby pin.
I screamed on the inside, containing my excitement, hoping I wouldn't wake them up. My hands fumbled, getting the pin to the lock and began to twist to carefully unlock it.
'Click'
I felt happy tears escape my eyes and I began to frantically remove the cuff from my wrist and run out the room. I opened the door quietly and shut it with ease, hoping that it wouldn't wake them up. A smile made its way onto my face and I ran towards the stairwell. I went down fast pace, hoping to keep rhythm.
I saw the main level, and rushed to open the door. I looked around to find the main desk, and saw the lady who checked us in standing at her computer. I ran up to her desk with wide eyes, and she stared at me as if I was crazy.
"Ma'am, you need to call the police, I was kidnapped," I stated, tears rushing down my face. I saw her eyes widened and she let out a gasp.
I watched as she reached for the phone, hurriedly pressed the numbers in. I kept looking around, hoping that I wouldn't be spotted by anyone, especially Harry or Louis. I felt relief flowing throughout me, I was finally going to be able to escape. I was going to be able to go home and see my little brother and mother. I was going to escape the terror my life had became.
But, suddenly, a shot rang throughout the lobby. I gasped and the lady behind the counter let out a slight scream. I looked at her and the blood from my face disappeared as I turned pale.
Her chest had been soaked with blood and she was gushing blood out of her mouth. She fell to the ground and I let out a cry. I turned around to see who the gun man is, and as soon as I did, I felt sobs escape my mouth.
There Harry stood the gun still pointed towards the counter, his hand still on the trigger. A cigarette hung from his mouth as a nasty smirk made its way to his face. His eyes began to get darker as him and I stared at each other.
"Hopefully, you learned your lesson. Every time you get someone to help you, I kill them. I would keep that pretty mouth of yours shut if you want to keep innocent people alive."
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