As we walk down the corridor leading to the staircase, I get pushed against the wall. Matty rips off his bandana and stuffs it in his pocket, pulling the gun to my head and leans in close to me, his breath warm against my face.
"Don't even think about running away or acting any different to normal," he breathes, applying pressure to the gun, making my head throb from the increase of weight.
"What do you want from me?" I ask, tears rushing down my face as I lean into the wall. I never thought I would be so eager to get away from Matty Healy. The man I had admired for so long.
"I want you to be my... well, my worker," he smirks.
Confusion grows in my mind. What type of worker did he mean? The idea of asking him this popped into my mind, but I pushed it away. I did not want to know what type of "work" he would make me do.
He pulls the gun away, pulls me away from the wall, then shoves me forward, forcing me down the stairs. I stumble down the staircase, glancing around for any of the familiar faces of my neighbours, but there were none in sight. We get into a small black car, which is parked quite closely to mine. I get in the passenger side without any assistance, and push my seatbelt into the buckle. He jumps into the driver's seat and places the loaded gun under his seat. As we pull out of the car park, my heart race increases. I see all different types of cars and buildings pass us as we keep driving to a part of town I have not been before. Unfamiliar, tall buildings pass, and although we aren't in the city, I feel like this place should be a lot more busy than it is. The fact that it is almost deserted worries me even more.
The car ride is long and full of silence. When we reach our destination, I see that it is an abandoned shopping mall. Although a big space, it seems like a good hide out. As Matty parks the car, I stare at the broken windows, the graffiti filled walls, the garbage everywhere - it is quite a contrast to what I'm used to. Matty gets out of the car and stuffs the gun back into his petticoat. Grabbing me by the arm, he leads me into the massive building and up the stairs to what seems like an old clothes shop. He shoves me into the small store and shuts the roller door behind us. The store is full of clothes, surprisingly in good condition, but the floor is filthy. Littered with broken glass bottles and food scraps, I watch where I step carefully.
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A/N
Hey! Sorry it took me so long to update, and sorry its a really short and crappy chapter. I've had a lot going on lately, but to make it up to you guys I'm gonna try to update heaps as it's holidays here! Anyway thanks for reading, and dont forget to fan, vote and comment!
I love you all,
Jess xxxx
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