Can't Hold Back

Chapter Three- Part I

My legs wobbled beneath me, as I trudged my way into a long dimly lit hallway. Thank god their walls were covered with a soft cushion-like material, or else buy now I would have few bruises across my left cheek.

 I tried to keep up to Mr. I-knew-you-were-trouble's pace but man, he was too fast for my liking. Suddenly, his heavy footsteps ceased, and we were currently standing in a private room. Woah, who knew a small club could have luxurious private meeting rooms? Without a sound, I sneaked myself behind a curtain. I didn't want to end up dead in the morning for being unable to keep my nose out of other people's business. 

Hah.

 I leaned back against the window, trying not to stumble over and acknowledge my presence to the whole room. But a loud hissing sound escaped my lips without a warning when the bare skin of my back came in contacted with the eyes cold window glass.

"Who's that?"

I just froze in my place. Maybe because of the chillness running through my spine or from the coldness of his low deep voice. God, his voice is was so intimidating. I wonder he looked as good..... no, nu-uh. Stop it right there, hazel. 

I didn't even realize that I had stopped breathing upon hearing him. Seconds seemed like hours. Finally, he shrugged it off and got back on whatever he was doing. Through the slit of the curtain, I saw Mr. I-knew-you-were-trouble, his back facing me while he put on some gloves on his hands. Is he some sort of detective? 

Hmm, maybe or maybe not.

 Oh, there was Mr. The-Other-Guy, now seated in an armchair right in front Mr. I-Knew-You-Were-Trouble, and he seemed as though somebody has knocked the air out of him. Huh, drunk much? Nothing I did care but if not for the gun that Mr. I-Knew-You-Were-Trouble had in his hands, I would have walked out of this room a long time ago. 

Hey, wait a sec-

HE HAD A GUN. HE HAD A FREAKING GUN. Oh my god, was he going to kill him? Or was he already dead?

Shit shit shit shit....what should I do? Should I even do something?

Bang....

The sound of the gunfire sobered me up immediately. " Noooo!" I was not intended to shriek but he just pulled the goddamn trigger. He turned sharply, startled to the core, looking straight at me as I came out of my top-secret hideout. Even in the dark room, I could see emerald eyes, trying to scan my now pale face and bewildered expression. Too bad he wore a mask, that covered most of the lower half of his face. 

We both didn't even move an inch for the next few seconds. The tension in the air became so heavy that I couldn't handle it anymore. I tilted my head to the side, trying to look behind him. He was so all that I had my strain my head to the side and there laid a lifeless figure drowning in its own blood. The bullet had gone right through his forehead. I could see the round scar surrounded by dried blood and burnt skin, marking where the bullet was. My hands start to tremble on their own, tears streamed down my cheeks. 

Why was I even crying?

 That guy was dead and here I am standing right in front of the murderer. " Oh my god...", it came out barely as a whisper as I moved my gaze back to the man standing across me, confusion was written on his face and his gaze lingering on my face much longer for my liking. Nope. Whatever this is, it is no good. The door was just a few steps away. This is my only chance. I have to get away from-

" Mierda". I heard him mutter before taking two large steps towards my direction. Fear coursed through my blood and in an instant I was backed up against the window behind me, his strong arms acting as a cage to prevent me from running free from his hold. With his eyes locked with mine, he moved his face closer until I could feel his breath fanning my cheeks.

" Don't you dare..... Don't you dare let out a word about what you saw just now. You got that sugar?" he said in a low husky voice. It was so difficult to even breath suddenly and I started to inhale the air more deeply, my chest heaving up and down with every breath. 

He sensed the panic state I was in at the moment and took a step back, extremely slowly, creating more space for me. I watched as his eyes moved to my chest, staying there for a couple of seconds before meeting my eyes yet again. And this time, his eyes had some unknown emotion that I couldn't study, his eyes a few shades darker than before.

Then the door burst open, stealing both of our attention.

" Hazelll, wer da hell have ya been? And who's tis hot guy? Wat's that dead man doin' on the armchair? Wait-dead man? Woah...Am-hey..but.... Ughhh. Am I missing something?" 

Raven ranted on while shifting her gaze between the three of us. When she saw my face, all the colors drained out of it, she immediately came in between us as if protecting from him.

" Whoever the fuck you are, Mister, stay away from her. And I'm not gonna repeat myself." She threatened him, well tried to.

Oh, my knight in shiny sequin cocktail dress and with a bottle of tequila in her hands.

Pfft.

She was so drunk that her words slurred as she spoke. Still, she managed to look intimidating. Almost everyone in our neighborhood knew you shouldn't mess around with the drunk Raven, and it looked like the ruthless murderer in front us sensed it too. Without a word, he fled out of the room leaving the two of us with Mr. Now-Dead. 

We both stared at each other in confusion and that's when we heard it. A faint sound of the siren approaching. It was getting louder by the minute. In other words, the cops were here.

Okay, you both are soooo screwed right know.

I know.

"That's our cue to run too", I muttered more to myself as I pulled Raven along with me towards the exit. We only stopped to catch our breath when we were almost at the parking lot. Then we saw the cops entering the club in a haste. I drew out a long breath that I didn't know I was holding all this while.

What a day, Hazey...

Yeah. That was....fun. Note the sarcasm.

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Sorry for the short chapter... :'(

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-darshiva