Ain't It Fun

Part 1

/Media is the house layout/

My ears rung as the sound shot in the night. I jumped and my head twisted in the direction of the perpetrator on this silent night. An hour earlier I never would have expected I would see something that would change my life, but I would have been wrong.

As I looked over, the alley way greeted me with a dead body and a person holding a gun. I used my hand to stifle a gasp, but in the silence following the gunshot you could hear a pin drop and I was seen. I took off down the street but knew I couldn’t be faster than a man who had a witness to their murder. I took a calculated risk and ran up the stairs of the first house with their living room light on.

Banging on the door, I saw a shadow move the curtain to see who was there. “Please,” I said, “you have to let me in.” A lady opened the door and ushered me inside. “Thank you,” I breathed, but when I turned around to see my host, a gun was trained on me. I sucked in a breath and took a step back. There were two guys that obviously had been sitting on the sofas and were standing one on each side of the coffee table.

She had left the door open and the guy who was chasing me started coming up the steps.

“Crud,” I whispered as I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. Of course out of every house I could have chosen I chose the one walked inside and while shutting the door muttered, “Thanks C-“
I quickly covered my ears, so I didn’t hear what he said.

When I lifted my eyes back up to them a second later, their faces were covered in questioning glances. “I don’t want to know names.”

He laughed, still slightly out of breath, “Smart. I should’ve thought of that.” If I knew their names, there would be less of chance of them letting me leave, and I desperately wanted to leave. It was stupid, but it was worth a shot.

“Take your bag off,” one of them men said, he seemed to be the only one who had noticed it. When I had taken it off, he spoke again, “Slide it over to me.” He took a step forward.

“But-”

“I’m sorry who has the gun here? Last time I checked, not you, so just do what we say and maybe we won’t shoot you.” The chaser spoke this time. Obviously, he had found his voice. I bent my knees into a half-squat, enough to put it down and slide it over. He opened it and began rummaging around as the main guy spoke again, “Put your hands up and turn around.” I did as he asked, though my dismay must have shown on my face.

 
“Wait, there’s no phone in here,” bag guy stated. I had stuck it in my pocket when I walked inside and had been praying for a chance to use it, though now I was praying my shirt covered it.

“Where’s your phone?” the main guy asked.

“I left it at home,” I spoke confidently through the lie.

“Liar,” the lady spoke bitterly, and hearing her footsteps approaching from behind I closed my eyes and mouthed “Dang it,” as she pulled it from my pocket. She must have tossed it to the bag guy because I heard him catch it. I went to turn my head to the right to look and she grabbed that shoulder and pushed the gun into my left side, “Don’t even try. I saw you put it there when you came in, but I wanted to see if we could trust you. Obviously not.”

“I never take risks. That was my second one of the night and both have gone horribly wrong,” I stated, a bitter laugh joining the words.

“Oh shut up. Go grab that chair and pull it to the middle there” she gestured to the spot, “then sit down in it and don’t try to turn around.” The lady was rude, though I guess that was to be expected. As I walked over to the dining table, I heard whispers. When I was pulling it out, I was able to decipher what was being said.