Partners In Crime

9 ~ Family Reunion...

"Not you for fucks sake get up." I felt Michael pulling my body up from the floor which to be honest I didn't even realise I had got onto.

I gritted my teeth as scared faces looked towards us, Michael pointing the gun around the carriage as he started to walk to the centre.

"Get your phones out and put them on the floor." He spoke coldly, the gun still firmly positioned in his hand.

"NOW!" He yelled waving the gun around before fixing it on the woman who had been the one to recognise us. Tears coming from her eyes as she shakily dropped her device to the floor and held her hands up.

"No one has to get hurt...just do as I say." He stated more calmly, his arm wrapping around my waist, pulling my body to his making me gasp at the sudden movement.

"Girl keep your fucking head down." He muttered, why was he even telling me that?! They had already seen me!

My head shot up, much to Michael's dismay, at the sound of a small terrified cry coming from somewhere on the carriage. My eyes scanning the seats of petrified passengers before I saw a little boy, who had to be a similar age to Alex, curled up against his mother, her arms clutching him for dear life.

"Don't move." Michael spat as he marched over to where the boy sat, my heart thumping as he went...surely he wouldn't hurt a child?!

"Hey buddy..." I heard him whisper as he got into a kneeling position, his hand placing the gun back into the waistband of his trousers. "You're safe okay? Look...take this, buy a new toy."

As he put his hand into his pocket the mother flinched. Michael stopped before giving her a small and reassuring smile and brought out some cash, handing it to the boy gently. "I'm not going to hurt you."

The boy took in warily, the mother thanking Michael continuously as she placed her hands together.

It was as if somsome had turned a switch on him as he suddenly shot up taking his gun out once again, his face dark. I drew my attention away quickly so he didn't see my face of disbelief.

"Like I said no one has to get hurt-" Michael began, pacing slightly as he positioned the gun, the train still speeding over the tracks. "But no one takes a picture, understand? And no one mentions that we were here."

For the first time in my life I felt sick to my stomach in a way I couldn't describe. These innocent people's faces looking at me with complete terror as I stood watching Michael turn into something I didn't like. How had my life turned out like this?

"Follow me...now." He demanded, his hand latching onto the material of my hoodie and yanking me towards him, his gun still firm in his other.

"Michael put the gun away...they're terrified." I whispered, my heart shattering at the situation, his head shooting around to look at me.

Oh shit.

"Since when did you tell me what to do? Now come on!" He growled through gritted teeth as he pulled me from the carriage as the train stopped and out of the train door. His grip practically making me fall to the ground, but his arm held me up.

"Where are we going?"

"Shut up and stay by my side, I need to make a call." Frustration seeping from his tone as he ran his hand through his curls, the other pulling yet another burner phone from his pocket.

He held the phone to his ear, his long legs still walking along the path and away from the station. This was probably the most paranoid I'd ever been in my life, surely someone would have called the police by now.