Chapter 3

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My mothers claws flew down towards my neck. They got a few inches from me before a  gunshot rang out and Betty screamed in agony and fell to the floor writhing in pain. My dad snarled and whirled around just to get a baseball bat to the face. As my father fell to the ground I saw Officer Bourne standing there with a pistol in one hand and a bloody bat in the other. He ran over and cut me loose with a knife at least the size of my hand. I didn't realise how sore the rope digging into my wrists were until I was free, but I had no time to relish in my newfound freedom. I turned and punched the cop in the face then raced out of there. It was like a maze, there was so many hallways and stairwells and rooms everywhere. By the time I finally reached the front doors, of what I deduced was a warehouse, I had been running around for about and hour. "Woah!" I yelled as I crashed into someone also dashing for the exit. “I help you escape and you punch me in the face! What is wrong with you?” The man I ran into happened to be my kidnapper and then my rescuer. That was a very weird day. “Well I'm sorry for not trusting you after you kidnapped me! Why did you free me anyway?” I shouted at him even though he was about 2 feet in front of me. “I realized what I was doing was wrong, when I saw you tied to that chair I felt a wave of guilt, so I freed you” he explained. “How am I supposed to trust you?” I asked “I understand that you can't right now but all I want to do is help you” I thought about it. “Tell me what's going on” I said. “OK, this is gonna be a long story”

So its the third chapter, woo, thanks for reading this awful creation this far.
Thanks
~ C

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