Before I start I would like to thank @DancingInALullaby for spending some of your precious time in writing out a poem for my story that I have used somewhere in this chapter, I have also dedicated this chapter to you as you deserve it. Also I recommend everyone to check out some of her fantastic poems you will be amazed at how talented she is.
No matter what crap you are in or however down you are feeling someone somewhere is worse off than yourself. Who ever made that line up has never been in a situation like this one because I can’t imagine it getting any worse. Oh wait I take it back, yes I can imagine it getting worse for example, I don’t know maybe . . . getting killed!
“Well look what the cat dragged in” spoke the leader.
“Stupid girl you should have left when you had the ch-” Mary was smacked across the face leaving a nasty red bruise.
At the left side of the store purple beard and another guy where having a hard time restraining Jackson as he started to shout and struggle to be free. Now I’m not a coward when it comes to fights but I don’t usually have one between a bunch of big bearded motorcycle men so lets say I’m not very confident at the moment, actually come to think of it I’ve only been in a fight when I was 12 with a girl in my class who wouldn’t give back my pencil. Well that’s a good start. Stop drifting off and pay attention to right now my mind mentally shouted, wait is that even possible?
Great, Jackson and purple beard have gone, Mary is screaming for her brother and I’m now being approached by the leader I wonder how this is going to end up.
Moving like a fat penguin and grabbing a nearby chocolate bar he rips the wrapper like an animal with his front teeth and stood standing only a step away from my face.
“Now what are we going to do with you”
You can set me free I thought, he looked around the room and then turned to Mr Flirt-a-lot “tie her to that chair” he then walked back to Mary and I could not help but think déjà vu.
“Move” I was shoved hard towards the chair but caught my balance quickly.
“No need to shove I am capable of moving to the chair”
“I know I can see that you have two sexy legs but I just love to play rough, now sit down and don’t move”
I think I’m going to be sick “that’s nice to know” I said sarcastically.
“Billy keep watch while I go find something to tie this bitch up”
Billy is not a pretty sight simple as. He may not be as fat as the other lovely gentlemen but he clearly loves his ink but not much of his teeth and…urgh what’s that awful smell, not forgetting his hygiene. Now standing in front of me legs wide apart with a winning serial killer smile he tries to speak, emphasise on the try.
“yoh ook preka”
“I don’t know what language that was but I don’t have a clue what you’re saying”
“Wha -” and out of the blue Billy jumps in the air causing his beer belly to wiggle unattractively as he tries to pounce on me but ending up crashing down with the chair as I quickly dodged out of the way.
“Move and I’ll kill Mary and her brother right now”
I slowly turn to face the leader as he held the shotgun to Marys’ face oh god what have I done. Okay stay calm just do as the fat man says and don’t move, very simple easy peasy lemon squeezy . . . great I’ve started to go mad again.
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