"The members are-- were-- me, Danny Worsnop, James Cassells, Cameron Liddell, and Sam Bettley. And we had four albums: The Irony of Your Perfection, Stand Up and Scream, Reckless and Relentless, and From Death to Destiny." Ben sighed answering all of the black haired girl's questions.
Violet nodded slowly taking in all of the information he was feeding her.
A shadow was cast from the sheer curtains that were behind Ben.
"Ben, duck!" Violet whispered, hitting the older mans hand.
Ben dropped out of his chair as a bullet broke threw the glass window.
"Come on." Violet whispered crawling on her hands and knees towards a dark hallway.
Ben crawled closely behind her confused as to what was going on.
Violet opened a door to a small closet with a large blue bin in it. She sat beside the bin, bringing her knees up to her chest as Ben followed mimicking her actions.
She shut the door and nothing could be seen, Violet whimpered.
"What?" Ben trailed as a flashlight flickered on.
Violet was pouting as blood gushed down her arm. "Bloody hell..." Ben cursed, grabbing the girls arm.
Violet gasped as Ben gripped tightly on her arm. "You're hurting me."
"I don't care." He snarled.
Ben snatched the flashlight from her pointing it towards the blue bin. "That's where I keep bandages."
Ben ripped the top off of the bin, grabbing gauze while he tried to focus the light on the bloody arm.
The bullet had only grazed the petite girls arm but it was still pretty deep.
Ben had no idea what he was doing but he unraveled the gauze and wrapped it tightly around Violets arm and secured it.
He flicked the flashlight off and Violet could be heard shuffling around. Sniffling.
Ben terrified her.
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{Title from Asking Alexandria's song Bullets in a Musicbox}
This is so bad, I'm sorry.
Thank you to whoever is reading this and even possibly enjoying it. It means a lot to me!
