kidnapped by robbers // m.h

Chapter 1

Summer's POV:

I glanced around the area quickly as i hopped out of my car. This part of town was known for it's late night violence and danger.

Locking the car for safe measures, i made my way to the door to the supermarket with my head down.

I couldn't see people inside, which isn't exactly strange since its almost midnight. There were a few vehicles taking vacant spaces in the car park. Most of the vehicles were beat up and rusty, making my car look expensive.

I walked sluggishly to the entrance.

Like usual, i fought with Tyler - my boyfriend - today.

For the past few weeks, i just pick fights with him. I feel pangs of guilt each time i bring up what he did, but i could never trust him fully again. Sometimes, fighting with him is the only thing that is keeping me sane. I feel like our relationship is slowly self-destructing.

As i walk further and further into the supermarket, my heart-rate picks up little by little. It could be because it's quickly approaching midnight, or it could be that i saw a sign saying pringles were on sale.

I really love pringles, especially bbq.

There were lots of ways i had hoped for this to go down. I'd hoped I would safely go to the supermarket and grab a new hair dye and maybe some pringles.

When i walked through the door I didn't exactly expect to hear a safety trigger of a gun to go off.

My head snapped up whilst incoherent gasps left my mouth as i was met with a masked face and a gun.

A gun being pointed at my head. I gasped, my feet stumbling, trying to find their own escape.

I have never been in a serious situation like this before because i'm the kind of child to be immature, stubborn and finds trouble at the palm of my hands.

I mean, what the hell do i do?

Do i get on my hands and knees and beg for forgiveness, even though i technically haven't harmed him in anyway? Or do i just surrender because i'll probably find a way to die anyway?

The masked man stared at me with his intense eyes, building up the tension of not knowing if he was going to pull the trigger. The unanswered reality brought streams of salty tears down my face. His eyes held great power and dominance, making it seem like a cat and mouse situation.

Gradually, the gun was lowered and i gulped down a feeling of relief, my breathing finally coming regular again.

The man continued to hold me captive in his dark honey-coloured eyes. I took this as my chance to look around and register what was happening. They're robbers.

There were six other individuals at the scene, 7 including me. There are two masked men blocking either exit of the aisle; a man who held the gun to my head; a man holding a gun to another mans head whilst he shoves money into a large, black duffle bag and an unconscious body on the floor.

wait, an unconscious body?

I wasted no time and ran over to the still body. I managed to ignore the current matter momentarily and concentrated on finding his pulse. I couldn't stop the tears freely falling down my face. The truth is, i'm being selfish. I was not crying because he was dead or because the masked man shot him, I was crying because i was next.

I ripped his shirt and held pressure to the wound, it's the best i could do in this prospect.

"Why did you do that?" I cried. "How could you kill a human being, there's something wrong with you!" I screamed. I clutched my chest, attempting to sooth the pain writhing in my chest.

I cried harder.

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That was chapter 1 of 'kidnapped by robbers', i hope you all are enjoying it so far:)

- Aiesha xo