You Can Call It Love [H.S]

Chapter 3

"How can I save A fallen angel in the dark? Never thought you'd fall so far. Fallen angel, Close your eyes. I won't let you fall tonight." - Fallen Angel Three days grace

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*Alaska's POV*

I heard him suck in a breath as something soft started tracing the outline of my birds. My Swallows. I jumped at the sudden contact and tried moving away, but his hand quickly moved to my hip and kept me in place.

I whimpered, closing my eyes. A picture of my mom smiling at me this morning came to mind. I'm going to die. And She's going to be heart broken. "Harry what are you-." The Scottish voice started asking, coming closer to us when The curly haired man interrupted him.

"Fuck me. You can't say my name you fucking idiot! God you're stupid." Curly said. I guess his name was Harry then. I wondered if it was short for something. Or if it was just a nickname given to him, because of his hair.

"I... Sorry Mate." the other one said. then he sucked in a breath as well. "It can't be..." He said. My brows furrowed in confusion. What were they going on about? My mark?

"This is impossible... Isn't it...?" The other male asked Harry. Harry was silent for a while until finally the other man who went into the safe came running out with two bags slung over his shoulders. "Come on! we have to get going! The fucker pressed the panic button." HE yelled, rushing past the bodies and to the door of the bank.

I quickly pulled my shorts back up a bit and spun around, facing the two men who was staring at me.

"Fuck... uhm..." Harry said, his hands flying up to his head. "What are you going to do?" The other one asked him, also looking jittery. The other three men who came in here with them stood by the door, waiting impatiently. "Come on! Move!" They yelled.

"Shit! What do I do?" Harry angrily growled from behind the mask. I secretly longed to remove the mask and see what lay hidden beneath it. If he was just as beautiful as his voice was.

I started shaking profusely at the fact that they seemed nervous. If they where nervous then that meant I should be nervous too.

"Just fucking do it quickly!" The other guys yelled again, frantically looking around. In the far distance, the soft annoying cry of police sirens filled the air. "Fuck it. You're coming with me." He said and grabbed my wrist, starting to pull me along with him.

My breath caught in my throat as I realised what was happening. They're kidnapping me.

"No! Let me go!" I cried, trying to pry my wrist out of his grip. He cursed under his breath and let me go, only to grab his gun and point it at me. "You better hurry the fuck up!" He spat. I froze. No... He wouldn't shoot me.

Then, as if to prove a point, he pointed his gun in a random direction and pulled the trigger. The gun went off making my ears ring. Someone screamed beside me and I made the mistake to look. A man, about in his late 20's, was lying there. Lifeless. His eyes wide and his mouth open in shock. A thin trail of blood running down the small hole between his eyes.

A scream left my throat and everything in me started to quake in fear. If I had just moved when he asked... that man would still be alive.

"Move Damnit!" His voice commanded, making me flinch and quickly move my feet even though it felt like my legs weighed a ton. I can't believe that just happened. Someone just got shot in front of me. And it was BECAUSE of me.

Silent tears streamed down my face as I followed the men out of the building. I didn't dare make a wrong move. Not with his gun skilfully pointed at me and his finger still on the trigger. He could hurt another innocent person. Or me.

The guy who was running in front of me ran around a corner into an alley way. Waiting there was a black SUV with tinted windows. He opened the door and Harry shoved me inside, quickly getting in behind him.

All of them were jittery, the sirens grew closer. The atmosphere in the car was so thick I could probably slice it open with a knife. The van roared to life and The guys sped away, blending in with the rest of the vehicles on the highway.

I assume that when we were a safe distance, the sirens no longer present, everyone visibly relaxed. Their tense shoulders rolled back and now hung loose at the sides of their necks. I was horrified.

I didn't know what to do. I couldn't take my eyes off of one of them but I couldn't look at all five of them at the same time. My eyes where darting around the car, wide as a dear's.

"Whooo!" One of them suddenly yelled into the silence making me jump and the rest of them chuckle. A whimper escaped my lips as Harry turned his masked face to me.

He was a criminal. A bank robber. A gang member. He was a murderer. And I was stuck in a car with him.

Suddenly, it's as if my adrenaline spiked up, because I leaped across his lap and tried opening the car door. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me away. "Oh no you don't." He mumbled. I struggled against him, trying my hardest to break free of his bone crushing hold.

"Let me go!" I screamed in his face. "No!" He yelled back, mimicking the voice of a two year old child. "Fuck you!" I spat, using my legs to try and kick open the back door. He cursed under his breath again and pinned me down on the seat, using all of his weight.

"If you so much as move... I will fucking kill you. Do you hear me?" He asked in a low dangerous voice. A voice piped up from the driver's seat. "Guys I can't drive like this!" He scolded. His voice too, sounded British.

Tears were still streaming down my cheeks like a waterfall. I don't think I've ever cried this much before. But something told me, that there would be a lot more crying in store as I looked at the men in the car.

My heart sunk as I realised what had happened to me now.

I was kidnapped by a murderer.

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