Tangled Love

"Something must be wrong with the music..." Andy mutters looking around for one of the club staff to confirm the problem. The crowd begins to get restless and are now shouting angrily for the music to be put back on. The main club doors open all of a sudden, smashing into the walls on the inside.

Everyone silences and their heads immediately snap towards the bang, including mine and Andy's. My eyes widen in fear as six men dressed in black stand in the doorway, their faces covered with only their eyes on display. My eyes travel down to what they hold in their hands . . . guns.

I sit frozen to the spot in the corner, my eyes widening in fear. I feel every single hair stand up on my body and my hand instantly hovers over my bullet wound, almost protectively. My heart pulses erratically, threatening to break through my rib cage as I watch them point their guns at the crowd and shout at them to get down.

A few people scream and instantly drop, their hands covering their heads. Others stand rooted to the spot in fear, staring with their mouths wide open at the men with the guns.

of the masked men screams, walking forward threateningly with his gun raised high. He's the biggest from the group, his shoulders wide and his build heavy. The others seem to move on his

who stand shaking in their

lungs tighten as Jones hand wraps around my neck, forcing every breath out of my body. I wheeze and slap my chest, forcing myself to breathe normally. In the distance somewhere, I hear Andy's familiar voice

and all I can see is black figures holding murderous weapons surrounding me. Eventually they all blur into one, their guns standing out

OR I'LL

seemed so far away from me chained up to that bed. I'm alone in the house, alone with no-one but

"Down!"

expression flashes in front of my face. His arm comes over my back protectively as I shiver on the cold club floor, my knees