Manipulator (red eye fan fic)

Villian

"Thought you could get away hm?.."

"I-i.." i stuttered, terrified, she could shoot any minute.

One of the men standing behind the woman from the bar took Jackson and Locked him in a room, leaving me with the 4 villains.

"What the fuck do you want?!" I screamed.

"What did I tell you in the restaurant sweetheart?"

"I'm not working for you, as a fucking sex doll."

"Then I shall punish you.."

"What?!"

The buff men grabbed me and threw me in the room with Jackson. The floors were cement, as we were in the basement.

"Brooke! Is that you?!" Jackson yelled.

"Yes! Where are you?!"

"I'm in a corner!"

I ran to every corner, it was dark so I couldn't see a thing. I was tripping, tripping and falling over my dread. I soon fell into Jackson's arms, smelling his sweet aroma, i felt his arms wrap around me, kissing my neck.
I started crying in his arms, letting all my emotions flood out, all the dread and shit everyone has caused me.

Jackson hugged me even tighter,

"It's okay, it's okay sweetheart your safe.."

I groaned, i was so tired I wanted to just die, slowly in his arms, holding my lifeless body. Slowly drifting away.

I heard footsteps coming to the door, deep and heavy footsteps coming towards the door. Jackson held me even tighter then before, squeezing me. The footsteps came closer and closer to the door, until they opened the door.

"Ah hello love birds.."

Jackson mumbled, "get the fuck away from us john.."

"I would but, you know what I want.."

"I'm not giving her to you john, your gonna fucking hurt her.."

"Jackson you were my best man, what happened? Well I suppose you fell for the girl a little to hard i see, you really let a useless slut ruin your job?"

Jackson almost jumped at him, but I held him back.
John put his gun to my head, i was scared for life.

"Jackson if you move i will fucking shoot the girl, so take a minute to think about your actions would you?"

"Fuck off.." i snarled.

"Feisty girl isn't she? Very beautiful too."
John caressed my face, i felt like fucking jumping at him, grabbing his gun off my head and shorting him 20 times or more. My anger was beyond describable. I just wanted to die but also wanted to live, all for Jackson.

"Well, I'll be right back, I'll get something for you guys.."

John smirked while leaving the room, i quickly got up as he left and searched for a window, door, anything. John locked the door when he came out of it so we couldn't fucking get out, he locked it from both sides.
Me and Jackson were searching for anything, until I spotted a window, a small one but good enough for us to both get out of it.

"Jackson let's go!"

He held me up, i was standing on his shoulders, trying to open the window, and it was successful.

We both hopped out, so ready to run, to escape.

"You good?!" Jackson asked me, panting.

"Yep, I'm good.."

We both ran for our lives, holding hands as we ran.
We both heard commotion coming back from the house, we knew that they knew we weren't there, and they would find us soon.
I just imagined my favourite song was playing, to make me feel more alive. The moment was so intense, we were so alive in the moment. It was almost like nothing was real, like we were high. I remembered the first time I got high, trying to ignore the fact that the men were chasing us with AK-47s right now, i just tried to ignore it. It almost fucking  worked, it almost did. I was crying in the moment, making Jackson look at me every second, make sure I didn't get shot.

While we were running i felt a stab in my stomach, it was so terrible, i looked down and realized, I'd gotten shot.