Kidnapped by Mr.Perfect

Chapter 5

"Shit"

The rest of the men laughed as Blake panicked at his silly mistake. I walked passed the men and up the stairs. They followed me of course. I opened the door and almost fainted at the scenes. The dogs were barking like crazy at the men who were on the ground, gun shot wound to the heads and hearts. I tripped falling backwards but was caught by the men behind me. One of them grabbed me, carrying me bridal style out the door and into the van. Blake and Fred sat beside me.

My mouth hung open as I was still shocked at the scene I just witnessed. Blood was the only thing I could see.

"I'm so sorry Jordan"

Blake tried to rub my back but I slid farther away from him until I was touching Fred.

"I just want to go home"

I cried. I didn't mean to though. I guess I was strong for too long. Blake grabbed me and held me and at that moment I didn't even care. Everything has just been a disaster and I didn't even want to be here anymore. I grabbed a gun from Blake's pocket and climbed into the back of the van.

"Jordan give me the gun"

Blake tried to reach for the gun but I pulled it back and pointed it at him which made him back away.

"Jordan why are you causing so much trouble"

"I just want to go home"

"You know I can't do that"

"But why, I'm not going to tell."

"Jordan just stop please"

I held the gun up to my head. The men took there guns out pointing them at me.

"Jordan put the gun down."

I shot the gun at Blake. The bullet hit him in the shoulder.

"Don't shoot"

Blake grabbed his shoulder and jumped in the back grabbing the gun away from me. I cried while getting up and hitting Blake in his back. He climbed over the seat as Fred grabbed a first aid kit and attended to his wound. Phil got into the back with some rope. He tied my hands together and then
my feet.

He grabbed a gun and pressed it against my forehead.

"This is what bitches like you get."

"Phil, drop the gun"

"You're going to protect this bitch, she already tried to kill you"

"Phil, drop the gun"

I looked up to see Phil lower the gun from my forehead.

"You are so lucky, if it weren't for Blake, I would have shot you already"

A wave of relieve washed over me then pain. My arms went numb. I laid on my back, squeezing my eyes shut. Blake rushed over to my side cutting the rope off of me.

"Fred give me the first aid kit. Her wound is infected"

Fred handed the first aid kit to Blake. He grabbed a bottle and some sort of cloth. A cool sensation was felt from my arm and then a pinching feeling shot up my arm.

"Your going to feel this"

Blake grabbed a pair of tweezers jabbing them into my skin. Blood oozed out. He finally pulled the tweezers out along with a bloody bullet.

"We're you shot anywhere else."

I pointed to my other arm, he did the same thing pulling out s bloody bullet. He placed the cloth around the bullet wound, making a thick wrap.

"Ok it should feel better now but next time if you point a gun at me your dead"