Romantic stylez 2//Jake X Amy

Pull The Trigger

Amy squirmed on her chair, crying for jakes name. She wanted him beside her, she didn't want him to leave. God knows what could happen.

She shouted so much that she could feel herself lose her voice. Everytime she shouted felt like small stones scrapping her esophagus. The pain was sharp. Amy decided to give up, lowering her head and weeping. God, how much she missed her apartment already, sitting down with jake, Watching movies while she would cuddle up next to him. She only wishes and dreams for it now.

"Stop your crying already" Taylor came walking in, high heeled boots clacking on the ground. "It doesn't look pretty"

Taylor then unbuckled the brown straps around her ankels, wrists and chest, the ones Keeping her captive. Taylor then pulled her by the arm, yanking Amy to her feet. But she couldn't tackle it. Her body wasn't in the right state to have the own strength to stand on her own two feet. Amy was now powerless, falling to her knees.

"Oh, for god sake" Taylor groaned, pulling her back up "I'm not doing everything for you, now get over it and walk on your own two feet"

Amy bent over, hands on her knees and coughed. She then looked up, glaring at her.

"God" Amy laughed "I wish to put ten bullets through your head"

Taylor growled, gritting her teeth. Oh, how that made her so infuriated. She then grabbed her face, pulling it up to eye level and brought out her knife that always sits at the side of her hip, Always, and brought it to her throat.

"And you don't think that I don't fantasise about me cutting you right here!?" she vexed in fuming rage, shaking Amys face at the same time. "Cause trust me wee doll, make me snap?" She sinisterly laughed "You'll know exactly where this will be going" she shined her knife right at her throat. Amy didn't dare to gulp.

Taylor pushed Amy's face away from her, stepping back, still having the knife in her hand and  looked right at her. But Amy said nothing. Instead she just stood weakly, rubbing her throat. Coughing.

"Your silence is music to my ears" Taylor smiled "Now hands behind your back" She now held out a gun.

This woman was loaded.

But Amy didn't process her words. She was too busy drowning in her own fear on what to do next. She heard her clearly. But her mind didn't abide.

"I said put your fucking hands behind your back!!!" She spat, jabbing the gun in the air at her.

And just like that, Amy's brain snapped, following her rules. Discreetly placing her two hands behind her.

"Good"

She then Went over forcefully grabbing her wrists and pushed her forwards. Amy felt the metallic muzzle of the gun pinch her back, almost making her hairs perk up of fear. She was shoved out of the door and into the dark grim hallways. It was still dark outside. But what time was it? All she knew that tomorrow, when the sun is up. That was a day was supposing to be their vacation time.

Not anymore.

Suddenly jason came walking down, glaring at Amy with a proud grin, almost like he was saying shes mine. It was that type of look.

"Want me to take her?" He asked his sister.

"No no, i have a special room that i know she would love to stay in"

Amy, jason and Taylor continued to walk down the halls, the gun still forcefully poking her back. Something in the back of her head was screaming for her to grab the gun.

Grab it! Grab it! You'll be free! Kill her and escape!

But Amy definitely isn't the type of person to kill. No chance. But in this situation, it was turning her personality. Making her go insane. Making her want to put the gun to her head, put her finger on the trigger and BLAM! That would be it. Gone. Dead.