Broken Bones

Run In With The Bad Boy

*Julianna's pov* 

I quickly ran to the side of the building, trying to dodge all of the dead leaves that had yet to be swept by the owner of the antique store. I let out a slow and quite breath as I finally got behind a dumpster located by the side wall of the building. From my view, I was able to see the front door that I had heard the footsteps coming from. 

A tall and well-built man came stalking out of the front door. His breathing was off as if he had been running a race, but I had a feeling that what he was doing was far from that. 

He held onto his hip, his hand clinging onto whatever was there for dear life as he stormed off in the opposite direction. With all of my courage, I took off for the front door. My eyes trailing over the man's body, making sure he couldn't see me. 

When his body twisted his white tank top clung against him making the outline appear from whatever was on his hip. My eyes widened as I saw what it was. 

What did this dude need a gun for?! 

My trembling hands grasped the doorknob to the, now unlocked, door and pushed it open slowly and quietly. I stepped in and shut the door behind me, locking it. 

What was I doing, you may ask? 

I HAVE NO FREAKING CLUE! 

For some reason I thought I was Black Widow and figured that I might be able to help whoever was stuck in there! 

The lights flickered on and off, making a buzzing sound. 

Well, if this isn't creepy then I don't know what is. 

The entire antique store was trashed from top to bottom. 

Some of the lights hanging from the ceiling had been broken. Wooden pieces from the old ceiling fan were scattered around the place. There wasn't a place in the antique store that wasn't covered in shattered glass. 

Blood was on the counters and walls. Anywhere you turned there was blood. Whoever's blood it was had lost a lot of it. 

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Any relief that I had been feeling, flew out the window as I heard a small, yet rough whimper from the other side of the antique store. My eyes shot open as I tried not to faint from the fear that I was feeling in that moment. 

I held my breath as I approached a door that was cracked open. Lights were shining onto the tile flooring, coming from the room. The door handle had been broken off, it's remains on the floor in front of the door. 

My legs were trembling beneath me and I was surprised I had not fallen yet. I tried to keep my footsteps light because of the glass that was all over the floor. 

My heart pounded in my chest as I leaned against the wall that was beside the door. I mentally prepared myself for the worst before moving my head to peek around the doorway. 

I did not prepare myself enough for what I saw. 

IT WAS FREAKING RYDER!!!

My breathing hitched in my through as I let out an inaudible gasp. 

My eyes started to water as I looked over him. 

Why could someone do that to him?! 

His face was grimy all over and blood was trailing down his jaw. There was a cut just above one of his eyebrows, making blood drip over his eyelids. His hands were bound behind his back, so he couldn't wipe the blood away. 

Every time he would inhale, he'd wince. His exhales were very slow, probably trying to relieve some of the pain he was in. His shoulders were shaking as he shivered from the chilliness of the room.