The Mistake [Norman Reedus] Book One {{COMPLETED}}

Chapter 18

I didn't know how to respond to something this. . . Cruel.  I mean, Norman wouldn't choke me like this for no reason.  There had to be a reason.

"What are you talking-" I begun, but his grip just tightened.  I gasped for some air, and claw at his hands that were locked around my neck. "Norman!" I tried to yell, but his other hand covered my mouth.  Since I was still "recovering" from the sickness, my nose was stuffy and this was like torture. I couldn't breathe out of my mouth, Norman was cutting off most of the air on my throat, and my nose was blocked so I couldn't breathe out of that.

His head was still by my ear and I couldn't tell if he was looking at something behind me or not.

The next thing that happened made my heart stop. 

A cold, metal circle bumped against the back of my head.  "Let go of the girl."

It was a gun.

"Oh my God!" I screamed through his hand, trying to spin around and see who it was.  Norman held me back, and didn't let me turn around.  I didn't know why, and my head was pulsing.

"Who the hell are you?" Norman said, sitting back down slowly and keeping his grip on my neck and mouth, though he loosened my throat a little due to how much I was struggling for air.  He was trying to get me to stop talking.

"Let her go," The man behind me said.

"Who the hell are you!?" Norman repeated, intensity and determination in his voice.

The man behind me got fed up with it, and everything happened so fast.  He cocked the gun, pressing it hard against my temple, and pushing on the opposite side of my head.  My head was pushed so hard against the metal barrel, I had to wince in pain as my eyes slammed shut.

Chaos erupted when this happened, and Norman yelled at the man to stop, getting up, but grabbing my hand.

"Let her go!" The man said, his voice echoing in my head.

i really wasn't sure what was happening, but I could tell by the look in Norman's eye, he was about to go out on him.

"If you let her go, I won't shoot!" The man said, wiggling the gun harder onto my skin.  Norman's hand was still over my mouth and I squealed due to how much this was hurting me. 

Neither me or Norman knew what to do, and we couldn't just call the police.  No one but the man, me and Norman knew this was happening.  

Norman hung his head and I felt his grip loosen a tad on my mouth, but I pushed my head forward to tell him not to let go.  

"You son of a b-" Norman yelled, his last word sounding quiet compared to the slamming of his fist coming in contact with the man's jaw.  The man tumbling to the ground, holding his jaw, but in a split second was back on his feet.  I got to see who it was for the first time, but there wasn't much to see due to the ski mask he had on.

He ran at Norman, tackling him down, and pinning him to the ground.  It was hard for Norman to resist since he had a heavy cast on his leg, and a bandage wrapped around his wrist, but that didn't stop him from at least trying.  I screamed horror, and the tears came then, pouring down my cheeks.  The mans arm rose into the air, getting ready to hurdle down onto Norman's face, but I quickly got up and grabbed his elbow, screaming for him to stop.

Unfortunately, I couldn't manage to get a good grip and he quickly jerked it away, still looking at Norman.  Without even glancing at me standing behind him, he pointed his pistol back at me, "You stay out of this, sweetie.  We wouldn't want you to get hurt."

Norman looked over at me and wince in pain as the man locked his hand hidden by a white glove, around his throat.  That's when his hand pulled up again, and this time, it went down.  and when it went down, it went down hard.  I screamed and cried, not knowing what to do.   I couldn't go against a man with a gun, and Norman wouldn't want me to risk my life for him, but I had to.

My legs pounced and I aimed well, toppling on top of the man, and rolling over so that I was pinning him down with my arms on his wrists.  I guess I should've thought of this, but, he slid his arms across the ground, making mine go outward with his as I fell forward.  He took the chance to pin me down with his boot on my right wrist and his hand on my left one.

Norman tried to get up, but his cheek was bleeding, he looked disoriented, and his eye was swollen already.

"You don't touch him!" I screamed, my voice sounding scratchy and shaky, yet I got the message to him.

"How about I touch you, instead!" His hand found my shirt and began to pull it down, but I brought my knee up harshly, slamming it into his butt.  He chuckled, but instead of pulling my shirt down, he pulled the gun out again and pointed it at Norman.  Well, that didn't work as I planned.

I lifted my head off the ground trying to break free, but it was no use.  He had me locked down.

"You come with me, and I won't shoot!  easy enough, right?" He persuaded, in a silky tone.

I didn't hesitate to nod, desperatly wishing and hoping that he didn't lie.  "Great," He said getting up and pulling me up harshly by my arm.

"No," Norman rejected.  

"It's alright no, it's fine! I promise!" I yelled back at him, only to have a door slammed in my face.  

"Let's go!"  

My wrist burned from his shoe, my temple was pulsing hard, my stomach felt like vomit, I didn't know what to do, I wanted to be back in Nroman's arms, the man's grip was soar and tight, and I couldn't help but think that that could've been the last time I was ever going to see Norman.