Never Believed It

Never Believed It- Big Trouble

"So, this is the new one, is she? A little bit chubby don't you think?" A husky, croaky voice breathed down my ear, and the cool hard metal was pressed further into my skin. My skin became to heat up in annoyance and frustration and I began to huff and puff onto the man's clammy hand.

His hand swept away from my mouth and held a tight grip into my hair. OUCH! I scanned my peripheral vision to see all three boys stood there, frozen in their place. So nobody was going to help me? I stared at Callum with pleading eyes, but he only returned it with an apologetic gaze. Great, I guess help isn't coming my way anytime soon, I thought dryly to myself. The man stepped in front of me, and I took in his large frame and bald head. But I still couldn't see his front. His beast-like hand tugged at my hair, causing me to gasp, dragging me back into the living room. He didn't even have concern for the unconcious men lying on the ground, he just stepped on them as he walked. I carefully dodged the limp bodies and sauntered past the three boys, who seemed paralyzed with shock.

I didn't try anything stupid, just in case he pulled the trigger on me and everyone else in the house. He seemed like a person who would kill someone, without hesitation. You may think I'm judging a book by its cover, but considering the gun jabbed into my skull and his tight grip on my hair... I believe my judgement is correct.

He flung me onto the couch and I landed with an annoying crash. The way he touched me was so aggressive and he braced me with no remorse. He sat on the coffee table in front of the couch and began playing with his gun, as if it was a little toy.

"You do understand I am going to kill you, right?" He continued playing with the gun, without looking at me. Great way to get to the point, his rudeness was beginning to make my head pound. I scrunched up my face and bit my tongue, refraining myself from hurling verbal abuse at him. That could cost me my life. Abruptly, he stopped touching up the gun. He looked up and stared into the core of my eyes, way inside my brain. His eyes were pitch black and lacked light and emotion. "Well? Do you not speak English?"

"Wha-What did I do?" I asked sheepishly, sounding like an 8 year old.

"Well for one, you got in the way of us killing someone, you beat the crap out of my newest minion... that gives you about 6 points already," he trailed off, eyes flickering to his gun, then staring back at me; a dangerous glare was shot my way. "And you decided to get yourself mixed up in the life of the Ferriera brothers. Now thats a knockout."

For the second time today, my blood froze. My eyes widened with shock and sudden numbness took over my body. I shivered at his last sentence, every word lingering in my brain. Pins and needles danced on the tips of my fingers and toes. What have I gotten myself in to? I usually got myself out of odd situations, but this time, I didn't know how I was going to do it. He cocked his head to the side and raised a hairy eyebrow at me. Suddenly, a frenzy of emotions flickered across his face in a second. From shocked, to amused, to frustrated, to worried to just plain ANNOYED. He got up from where he was seated, and leapt towards me. He swiftly raised the hand holding his gun, as if he was going to hit me with it. I sunk lower into the couch and braced myself for pain. My eyes fluttered shut and I stopped breathing out of pure fear.

A second went by, before I realised that I did not feel any pain... or anything at all. I hesitated for a moment, before opening my eyes. They sprung open as I realised this man was all but an inch away from my face. I was about to open my mouth to swear and protest, but he beat me to it.

"So, I gotta go. Nice meeting you Aaliyah. You are most certainly on my hit list now, I will kill you. I expect you to not tell anybody about what just happened, because I will find out. Oh and in the future, if you even have one, make sure not to beat up the first person that you see... especially not the minion of a gang." He gave me a dry smile and stalked out of the room, as if he didn't just tell me that I was going to die.