His Eyes

24

It felt like hours had passed but the muffling of voices was still there. I tried to focus on staying calm and collected but it was fucking difficult.
Thoughts like, what if they'll kill me and uncle Ben and Eric wondered where happened to me and I'll end up as another name on the 'missing youth' board never left my mind.
I also tried to figure out where I was and the concrete was dirty with rocks and sand, but I was under a roof.
The muffling of voices had echo which only meant the roof was high up and I guessed I was locked in a giant storage somewhere.
"...but what about the girl...no I shot her in the leg while she was out..."
My eyes widened in terror as soon as he said the last sentence. My realization made my whole leg hurt even more and the warmth from my leg must be the blood leaking out from my wound.
I heard the other curse out loud and then footsteps towards my direction. I held my breath, feeling I could hide with just that but the steps stopped right by my feet.

"Get up," a harsh voice ordered and grabbed my arm and not in a gentle way. He forced me to stand up but my foot betrayed me and I almost fell, however, he was digging his nails in my arm, not letting go anytime soon.
I winced.
He started to drag me with him and I almost screamed as I stumbled after him, trying to not faint from the pain and the blood started dripping down my leg.
The guy didn't give two fucks about that and kept on dragging me to wherever I was getting dragged to.
This is it, I'm done.
Behind the cover I had over my eyes, I closed them shut and tried to accept my faith.
But as soon as a single thought come to my mind the guy stopped in his tracks and started shouting out orders.
He pushed me to the side which made me fall onto the cold concrete.
My hands were still tied but I attempted to get them untied. Not successful am I afraid.
The sound of people running with all their might was filling the room and then the sounds of cars pulled up outside.
The hearse has come for my body.
A bit dramatic but its not illegal to be.
"Who the fuck are you? Did Jackson send you?" A guy asked from afar.
"Do I look like somebody's fucking messenger?" The familiar British accent I have heard a lot. The same voice that whispered in my ear as we were onto each other in the bathroom.
The voice of no other than fucking Leo.
Why the fuck was Leo here?! Is he part of this shit?

"Who the fuck are you then?" The brave man asked boldly.
I tried to listen to any sign of hope to be rescued from this hellhole.
More footsteps occurred and the sound of pulling up firearms was filling the air, also.
A small, yet threatening reply was given to the guy.
"Someone you don't want as your enemy,"

It got quiet before a sigh escaped the guy or Leo, not sure which one.
"If you're interested in the girl, just fucking say so. I was only told to sell somebody off to the black market and she seemed good enough,"

My eyes widened from under the cover.
I was just about to get sold off to some pimp? What the actual fuck is going on?

Leo then simply said.
"You and your muppets can get the fuck out of here before I've counted to three. 1..."
The reloaded their guns and the other guy seemed awfully quiet.

"2..." Leo counted and he sounded way to calm.

The guy broke out with,
"Okay...fuck...you over there, grab the girl."
"Leave the girl," Leo said simply.
It got quiet again.
"Don't let me say 3." Leo threatened and the guy immediately fired back with,
"Calm down, we're fucking going," Footsteps filled the air again and a door opened and as soon as the closed it was silent.
"I'll get her, go and secure the door for me. If they haven't left, don't hesitate to shoot." He ordered someone.
I breathed out, and sobs broke through once again. I didn't know if I felt safe or not, though.
A hand grabbed onto my arm but instead of a harsh way it was very gentle and warm grasp.
However, I jumped when the hand was on me. My trust issues kicked in and felt fucking scared still.
The hand let go of my arm and when I thought he was going to leave, pair of hands grabbed the cover and untied it, revealing my puffy eyes to the light. I blinked, blinded by how light it was.
The first thing I saw was his eyes. His blue eyes looked calmly into mine. As if they were the ones to tell me to calm down and don't worry. My eyes teared up as soon as I realized what just had happened and so many questions started to fill my brain but not a single word was coming out.

His eyes didn't look away from mine and his hands gently grabbed my shoulders. Sobs escaped my lips and the more I got the time to think the more I teared up and the sooner I started to break down.
"W-What..." I managed to say and he immediately shook his head.
"I'm going to get you out of here. You're safe." Tears were escaping my eyes and was now rolling down my cheeks but he soon wiped them away.
I never wanted to look away but he broke our eyes first and looked at my leg.
"I need to get you to the hospital. Can you walk, Elizabeth?"
When he said my name I broke from the shock and shook my head.
"T-The guy dragged me... I think that made my leg worse," I said in between sobs.
He pulled out a knife and before I could react he went behind me and cut my hands free. I rubbed my sore wrists.
"Put your arm around my neck," He ordered and I didn't dare to talk back and did what I was told.
He gently grabbed under my knees and around my back. He used his strength and lifted me up from the concrete.
I winced as the pain was greater than ever.
"Hold onto me tightly," he whispered and I tightened my grip and that was the last thing I remember before passing out.