We hold hands tightly. Shaking. They turn around and reach into a small bag. The bigger man turns back around with a gun in his hands. He looks straight in my eyes and I look in his. He pulls the gun and points it towards Rob, his eyes still locked in mine. He pulls the trigger and I jump in front of Robert. I fall to the ground. Rob immediately holds onto me with tears in his eyes. 'We'll be back pretty boy.' Said the little man as they left. The door closed and I feel myself slipping away. 'Why would you do that?' He asked barely being able to speak because the amount of tears streaming down his face. 'I couldn't let you die because of me.' I said barley being able to breathe or speak. Blood is all over my shirt and Rob holds me. All of the sudden there's a small ding. He looks up shocked, then back at me. 'He left his phone! Baby, please hold on for me. I'm going to call the police. And I need you to just try and stay awake.' He said shaking and trying to use all of his strength to stand up. He grabbed the phone. '911 what's your emergency?'
