You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 2

"It's the wrong time, and if somebody knew... It's a small crime, and I've got no excuse. And is that alright?" - Damien Rice 9 crimes

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*Alaska's POV*

A ringing sound filled my ears as the gunshot went off. All I could hear was muffled sounds of people screaming and a loud, British voice barking out orders. My body reacted faster then my mind and immediately dropped to the ground.

My arms flew up to cover my head as I heard another shot and glass shattering loudly, breaking into millions of pieces and falling to the floor.

"If you co-operate, we won't hurt you!" Another voice sounded. He also sounded British, but then again that only narrowed the cops' search down to an entire continent.

The room fell silent. No one dared to speak. And they were right not to.

I decided to take a peak from behind my arms, and look at what I was up against.

There were five of them. Heavily clad in black clothing and black beanies, Halloween masks covering their faces. Over the clothing, they wore bullet proof vests and carried heavy machine guns that they expertly pointed around the room, making sure no one moved an inch.

I slowly backed up to the point where my back was sat against the desk behind me. My legs where shaking and my body felt weak and vulnerable. The fact that I could do nothing, made me feel sick and nauseous.

"Now everybody lie down on the ground. On your stomachs and put your hands behind your head." This one had a slightly different accent. Maybe Scottish, if I'm taking a wild guess.

Everyone immediately complied. Falling to our stomachs, uncomfortably placing our hands behind our heads.

One of the men made his way to the front desk softly asking the lady a question softly. I tried hearing what he asked, but it was too far away. The lady shakily nodded and pointed to a man lying down near me. My eyes widened as he looked our way.

"Alright. You! come with me. You're opening the vault." The man commanded and yanked up the older man by his shirt, making him stumble. "We're running out of time, mate! The cops will be here any minute. Then we're screwed." One of the other men said.

I bit my lip, hoping they would take their time so the police could bust in here and kick all of their asses.

The man who had picked up the elder man grunted and shoved him forward with his gun, making him walk to the direction of the vault. I sighed in relief. Relief that he hadn't noticed me. That he left me alone.

"Hay!" One of the men shouted. His voice sent shivers down my spine. It was the man who's brown lengthy curls hung messily out of his beany. He was looking in the opposite direction of me, thankfully.

He stomped forward and yanked up a man. My eyes widened when I saw who it was. It was the elderly man who walked past me earlier with his wife. The one that looked so happy and in love it almost made me cry.

My mouth opened as it dried instantly.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!" The curly haired man shouted, making the elderly man flustered. I could tell the poor man was getting out of breath. "I- I'm s-sorry." The man managed to say. His poor hands were shaking in fear as he kept glancing down at his wife, silently telling her to stay down and stay quiet.

"What's happening over there?" One of the other men asked Curly.

"This old fuck just tried to dial 911!" Curly answered angrily. With a groan of frustration he threw a phone to the ground and shot it with his gun, making the elderly man stumble back in shock from the loud bang.

I flinched as the man fell, looking up at Curly in fear. Curly raised his gun and pointed it at the man. My eyes widened in fear.

No! If he dies his poor wife would endure enormous amounts of pain. And he didn't deserve to die!

I saw the old man stretch out his hand to his wife, tears were streaming down both their faces and their eyes never left each other's.

"I told you! That if you work with me I won't hurt you. Guess I'll just have to make an example out of you." His thick, British accent travelled across the room, making me shiver.

Tears started streaming down my face as well.

I can't let this happen...

With shaky hands and ragged breathing I slowly stood up.

I can't believe I'm doing this! someone stop me...

The man looked through the eye of his gun and lifted it, level with the face of the elderly man.

"No stop!" I gasped and immediately clamped my mouth shut with my hands. My eyes didn't leave him. It followed his every movement. He slowly lowered his gun and he visibly shivered, tensing his shoulders. Another tear escaped my eye as I realised he probably would kill me now.

He slowly turned around, I could practically FEEL him glaring at me through the mask.

He then started to quickly make his way to me through the crowd of bodies lying on the ground. I backed up as far as I could, the backs of my thighs hitting the desk behind me. I gasped as he was inches from me in a matter of seconds.

I could see his eyes through the mask. Clear, captivating green. Staring into my own blue orbs deliciously. Something inside of me roared to life as I stared into his eyes. A sense of piece and excitement filled me, racking my whole body with shivers and warmth.

Surprise filled his eyes. And then Anger.

He roughly gripped my wrists and frantically searched over my arms. "Where is it?" He mumbled, almost as if it was only to himself. I didn't answer, even though I already knew what he was looking for. He grabbed my chin in his gloved hand and roughly yanked my head from side to side, inspecting my neck.

"Where the fuck is it?" He demanded, looking me straight in the eye, letting me know he was talking to me.

"I..." I didn't know what to do or what to say. This can't possibly be true.

Please... Don't let this be happening to me...

"Fucking answer me!" He commanded in a gruff voice, yanking me closer to him so our bodies where pressed against each other.

He knew that I knew what he was talking about. I wasn't stupid. He must have felt the same thing I did.

I gulped, my whole body shaking.

Then I softly pulled my wrists out of his grip, so he would know what I wanted to do. My eyes never leaving his, until I turned around. I took my time, being as slow as possible, so he won't be startled or threatened.

I didn't stop until my back was facing him. I closed my eyes and reached up to the back of my waistband of my shorts and hooked my thumbs around the thick, black material. Then I slowly pulled the fabric down, revealing the two swallows on my lower back.

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Chapter 2... whoop whoop!

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