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"Drop the girl there!" I heard a vicious voice yell from a few feet away before I felt my damp body and dripping hair descend from long inches and collide with a hardwood.
The feeling of my chest and sharp chin slamming into the tough wood was enough to entirely arouse me out of my consciousness while taking notice of a couple of alerting whistles appearing afterward.
"Fuck. Oh my god-" I let out a deep and aching groan, along with a little shiver from my chilly damp long locks. I slowly flickered my dark eyes open, catching sight of my vulnerable body being laid on an empty long dark wooden truck.
"Where...a-am I?" My bottom teeth trembled from the chilliness, moving my head around, while my disheveled eyes tried to analyze as much as I could in the moment.
The long palm trees were flowing with the small cool breeze while the bright and burning daylight glared down at me, dismissing the small chills that started emerging from the cool breeze.
Then, I slowly peeked over my shoulder with squinty sensitive eyes, finding many Barbados and intimidating police officers, surging around the empty and small truck, shouting at each other in a foreign language. My eyes darted down to my surroundings far behind the running police officers, discovering the truck, I weakly and tremblingly laid on, standing on a long and large dark grey bridge. The exact bridge the pouges and I were supposed to conceal ourselves to guarantee our safety. The exact bridge they hid under, watching me fearlessly brawl off a man double the size of me before I was aggressively choked out, and nearly gunned down.
"What...the-the hell," I quietly murmured, sensing my bottom teeth resume vibrating with the cold shiver, pressing my slim and moistening hands onto the dark truck, shoving my chest off the hard and cold floor of the wooden truck.
Currently, I was sitting up on the edge of the wooden and small truck, crammed with a vulnerable and lifeless complexion while my eyes only darted around for some sort of explanation I could use to be saved and be directed back to the pouges. I dragged my knees into my chest, and tightly wrapped my arms around them in guard and some type of consolation while I felt myself rise in failure, dread, quiver, and in loneliness. I leaned over and positioned my injured trembling chin against my kneecap, feeling my pearly bottom teeth continue their shivering, while the sounds of my teeth clacking in my mouth filled my ears.
As loud and hard footsteps began sounding off in the distance, grabbing my attention beside my teeth, I peeked up, locating a young officer strolling towards me with a hard complexion, while he tightly held his lengthy and intimidating gun.
