Bradleys Mansion

Life or Death

"Your a crazy bitch aren't you?" he said as he recovered from his fall.

"Well, I guess I'd be more of a psychotic bitch if I'm doing this, huh." I said grinning back at him. Where the hell did blondie go? "Don't you agree, officer?"

"Butch, and you're Timberlake aren't you?" He started coming closer. This is shit! What the hell was I thinking, trusting a stranger? Well I don't need him. I bent my legs and stedied myself before letting go of the wall.

"Well, Butch, I guess you'll never know!" with that I lept, reaching out for the ledge. It all seemed to go in slow motion, Butch reaching over the railing yelling, the cops through the loudspeaker at the bottom of the building, the helicopter turning on the spot light, my life flashing before my eyes as my fingers grazed the top of the ledge and the feeling of flying turning into falling before it all stopped as a pair of hands reached out for mine.

"Jesus, you really are psychotic!" Oh thank God! Blondie had caught me. The look of relief must have played on my face because he gave me his famous smirk as he pulled me into the building. Without realising I let out a breath of gratitude. "A thank you for saving my life, young handsome stranger," Blondie said in a mock female voice," would have been nice."

"Um, don't over do yourself, old,ugly outsider." I said opened up my bag and looked around the room, looking anywhere but the young, handsome stranger who just saved my life, to hide my humanity.

"Okay, cool, that works," wow this guy must really be full of himself, he didn't the least bit hurt. "So what kind of shit are you in?" I zipped up my bag after double checking that everything was still there. Standing up I gave a curious look to which he answered. "I-I have a brother who has done time. Ehem." that was the first sign of discomfort, smirking at my accomplishment I started to walk toward the door but was stopped when he grabbed my arm and pushed me up against the wall. For a second I was caught off guard by his sudden movements but I soon realised that the cops were in the building searching this floor, though I don't see any reason for this beautiful son of a bitch to be pressed up against me.

"So, princess, what is it you've gotten into?" he breathed into my hair, his accent lingering in my ears.

"I told you not to call me that!" I whispered back looked at the shadows running under the door. He didn't answer he just leaned in closer, he was way too close, like past popping my bubble close," What are you doing?"

"Making sure they don't see us?" he said as the footsteps stopped in front of our door.

"By suffocating me? Can you back up?" it was then that I noticed he wasn't listening to me but the voices outside of the door.

"Yeah sarge! I've got this one!" said the voice. The doorknob then wiggled and stopped. I looked up at Blondie, who to my despise stood at least half a foot taller than me, he only shrugged smirking like he was hiding something. He then grabbed my arm and slid us right next to the door, 'What are you doing', I mouth toward him and he only shushed me, backing away. The doorknob jiggled again, this time a little more ferocious and the door flew open slamming the knob straight into my gut, I held my breath to prevent any noise from coming out.