I Choose You

Chapter Three - Guns and Threats

As I rounded the corner of the block, I came face-to-face with note-lady and her partner in crime. Literal crime. He was standing there, with a gun hanging out the window, pointed at me. I quickly scrabbled for my phone, but it was too late. "Freeze," he exclaimed, "I, Philip Richards, demand you to get out of the car and lift your hands!" My heart pounded in my chest, and my breathing sped up. This wasn't a joke anymore. Slowly, I opened the car door and got out, putting my hand above my head. I squeezed my eyes shut as note-lady came towards me. The only thing that made me glad was that, if I got out of here - alive that is - I had his name. Philip Richards. Note-lady, whose name I did not know, stood in front of me, then instructed I turn around.

She placed a hand on my back, and trialed it all the way up to my head. Weird frisking, if you ask me. Her hand played around in my hair for a bit until she told me to turn back around. I turned, looking to see if Philip still had the gun aimed at me. He didn't. Note-lady reached for my chest, and I ran. That was not happening.

I ran around and fast, my breathe puffing around me of trembling body. I heard steps in the distance: they were following me. The more I heard behind me the faster I ran. I was terrified. I herd the lock of a gun and thought that was it. Someone had hit the trigger - I heard the blast - yet there was not bullet. Philip cussed under his breath - which was very loud at the moment. His gun was not working, or it was empty. I was safe after all.

"We will get you, Alex! And we will get what want," they said, then turned. What could they possibly want?

I walked a few meters behind them, making sure to keep my distance as I got back to my car. As soon as I got inside, I videoed Jessica. I didn't have time to type, opening the camera, I hit record. "Hi, its me. I...gasp...just ran from these people...gasp...they had a gun and everything. I think...gasp...they were that person on...gasp...Twitter and YouTube. Their gun wouldn't shoot, so im...gasp...okay, just shaken up. I'm going to the authorities...gasp...just wanted to let you know. Talk...gasp...to you later Jessie!" Quickly, I ended the video and sent it to her, put the car in drive and left. Time to go to the sheriff.

I couldn't help but think all the way there how good of a Sherlock film this would make. Person gets stalked by weirdos, then threatened; I could see it now. Although this was real life, it'd still be amazing. If it was so, I wasn't happy to see what would come next.

The Sherriff office didn't loo crowded, so I parked and walked in. There was a lady at the desk with light, blonde hair. "Hello, Sir. I'm Lynn McCormick, how may I help you?" I swallowed nervously; I didn't want to get laughed out of the place. "I'd like to file a repost of a stalker and gun threat." She pressed her lips together and flipped through some papers, then picked up the phone, "Please, sit. this will only take a minute."  

She spoke on the phone quietly, then waved me over. "Follow this hallway all the way down," she pointed to a corridor on the left, "And go to room 615, Officer Jim Brooks will be waiting for you. He'll ask you a few questions about what you saw, what happened and such. Nothing to worry about. Thank you for coming." Obeying her orders, I walked down the hall and found the correct office. I knocked, then opened the door slowly.