GUNSHOT ➪ Zayn

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Chapter six ➵ You can talk to me, Alyssa(corrected)

'Holy shit...!' he whispered when he realized how bad it was.
Alyssa's eyes turned around fast, and her head fell on her shoulder, hitting -again- the wall.
'Oh... no, no, no! Wake up!' He screamed, panicked, taping his hand on her cheek to keep her conscient.
The blondie slowly opened her blue eye and hardly explained:
'I know you can't set me free... but please at least unhandcuff me...'

The gangster hesitated for a moment.
'He's gonna kill me...' he looked at her and remembered she could never escape in that state of health.
'Okay, but you don't say a word.' Ethan finally untied the woman.
'Do you... have a tissue? 'Alyssa struggled to ask.
'Yeah, maybe.' He kindly answered. The other side agent groped his jacket and caught a silk handkerchief on the inside pocket. That's the moment when the vicious woman saw her enemy's gun.

'Ethan?' She called him.
He got closer to her, and Alyssa kicked the crap out of him. She stole his weapon and pointed the gun at him in the face. The young woman waved at him to 'shut the fuck up' and blew him away gently:
'If you dare open your mouth, I'll hurt you so much that you won't even be able to tremble!'
The terrified guy was shaking, too scared to defend himself.
'You're gonna repeat exactly what I'm sayin'. Okay?' Aly continued.
The brunette enemy nodded as for an answer, too scared to talk.
'Tell him to stop the truck, to come and watch me, I'm asleep, so I won't bother him.'
'Gordon, stop the truck. Come and watch her. She's asleep.' Ethan repeated as calm as possible
'Yeah, but first I needa piss.' The big potato shouted.

The young woman waited until she heard the sound of the door slamming to threaten.
'You, You don't open your dirty mouth.'
The afraid man nodded one more time. Alyssa opened the back doors and got out of the truck.
'Ohh Cutie, your little brother must have a bigger dick than yours!' She mocked.

Gordon suddenly turned his back, hiding his penis.
'Swear to god, I'll kill ya.' The potato declared.
'Who's holding the gun?' the hottie mentioned sarcastically.
'Shut the fuck...'
'What if I don't.' She grunted, challenging him, and it's at the same time that he pulled out his gun.
He has been the first to pull the trigger, but the smart spy girl dodged the bullet and shot back. Gordon's bloody and heavy body hit the ground, then victorious, she stood up.

The blue-eyed woman turned her back to see Ethan... But he was right in front of her, as alive as a dead man. She moved towards the man who wasn't shaking anymore.
The blondie reached out her hand to him, she put down two fingers on his neck, she took his pulse, it was no longer beating.
'Shit...' She whispered.
Ethan just got closer to see what was happening, and he took the bullet Alyssa dodged. 'Fuck, now it's two corpses I have to deal with.'

Aly took a deep breath and grabbed his feet, and dragged Ethan to Gordon's corpse. The two dead men were together. She walked to the truck, took a canister containing a large amount of essence. Alyssa threw the liquid and a lighter on the corpses. While their bodies were burning fire, her mind was turning cold as ice.

Whitefires are common in Nevada, and these two guys weren't -legally speaking- existing. So Aly started the engine and drove to the nearest village.

She abandoned the truck 2 miles north of the village, found a telephone booth, and called her boss, Mr.Spoon.
'Yeah?'
'Boss, we have a problem...'
She explained everything, they discussed it for more than 10 minutes.
'Someone's gonna pick you up. Stay here.' He finally answered.

They hung up the phone, and Aly sat down on the floor, waiting for the person to pick her up.
Goldilocks stood up when she heard the sound of an engine and came into the car, without paying attention to the driver...
'Alyssa...' He laughed.
'Oh hell no...' she signed.
'What happened?' He asked, more seriously.
'Wait, is that... I might have thought it was worry... But I'm with Zayn, so it's not.' Her mind said.
'Nothing.' she replied, unconcerned.
Zayn suddenly stopped the car.
'Stop fucking playing it cool, Alyssa... what happened to you!'
'Nothing!' she insisted, straightening up towards her savior. 'That's none of your business anyway!'
'Maybe, but I'd like to know what happened to a girl, who by the way bleeds and has her hands full of blood at 3:29 A.M. in a lost village.'
The Pakistani said calmly:
'You can talk to me...'
'Why would I talk to you? Because you had been just polite to me last night! Because you, superman, you came to pick me up at 3:29 A.M.? Because you helped me? Believe me, I'd rather be alone than here with you.' Aly shouted.
'Get out of my car.' He whispered.
'Excuse me?' She dryly laughed.
'Get out of my car.' Zayn repeated.
'Wh...What?' The blondie stuttered.
'We're at the club so, get out.' The man said as calmly as before.
'Fine.' She growled.

Then, when she was taking off her seat belt, the tattoed guy added:
'If I was asking you to tell me, it's not because I wanted to be mean as you've been. But it's just because we don't have family, we don't have friends, we're all alone with our struggles. And I thought that maybe this time, talking to someone, even me, could have helped you.'

Aly opened her mouth to reply. Without knowing what to say, she hated him, but he was entirely right this time. Aly felt dumb. She has been stupid. After all, he had nothing to do with her kidnapping and the death of those men. She was the only one to blame.
She immediately regretted rejecting the one person who had sincerely asked her how she was doing in years.