Tangled Love

My breathing eventually calms down as I curl up on the dirty club floor as small as I can possibly make myself. My hand is holding onto Andy's and I can feel him shaking vigorously, his eyes trained on the floor whilst the men with the guns step over us threateningly.

I give his hand a reassuring squeeze and he smiles grimly at me, his eyes widening as a black foot steps in front of us. I suck a deep breath in as I feel him looming over us, the presence of his gun filling the air.

"Hurry up Boss, we haven't got much time." He speaks quietly, his tone icy and dangerous. I hear the tills open and bottles of alcohol smash to the floor next to the bar causing everyone on their knees to whimper loudly.

"Shut up! Everyone put your hands on your head where we can see them!" Another voice booms out and everyone instantly responds, listening to his command. I place one hand on my head whilst my other holds Andy's. I'm not going to let go of his hand especially when I know how terrified he is.

You never know real terror until the barrel of a gun is staring at you, threatening to take your life away. You don't know how precious your life is until you can feel it slipping away, drop by drop of blood.

I hold onto his hand tighter and watch as two black feet stand directly in front of me. I don't dare raise my head and I will him to walk away, let me have some sort of reassurance.

"Drop his hand and put it on your head!" He screams, leaning down into my ear. I jump out of my skin, his voice booming down my ear. My lungs tighten once more and I grit my teeth in anger, clinging onto Andy's hand like my life depends on it.

His desire for fear reminds me of Jones.

I turn my head, my eyes burning with hatred and meet them with green ones. The dangerous sparkle in his eyes only seems to deepen as he takes in my confidence. He chuckles quietly —

"Got some courage, haven’t you?”

at him, my voice coming out hateful and disgusted. He blinks and his face snaps backwards before one hand rises slowly and he wipes away

he whispers icily, his tone threatening. My heart starts beating faster at his words but I force myself to hold eye contact with him. The last thing I

stands up back onto his feet slowly and I breathe out the breath I'm holding, letting my lungs finally relax. His hand suddenly shoots out and he grabs me by the scuff of my neck, forcing me to my feet. My hand is ripped away

pretty girl, aren't you?" He sneers, his eyes taking me in from head

so over people who want to hurt me, people who thrive on hurting others. In my eyes, I've come face to

over there?" One of them asks him and I watch as green eyes stares me down, the fire in

"There won't be in a minute." He replies back angrily before dragging me up further and pulling me through the crowd. I wince from the pain he's inflicting on me but

the floor, causing me to land hard on my knees. I feel the skin on my legs graze against the floor, the fresh cuts burning from the sudden

their hands shaking above their heads. Four men holding pistols supervise them, walking threateningly forwards and backwards making sure no-one steps out of line.

Tears prick my eyes as I stand there, my knees bleeding

people are,

leering as he drinks in my body. His pistol is raised high in his hands and he presses it against me tightly as he walks around me in a circle. I breathe in sharply as I feel his gun trace over my bandages, the area where a bullet had pierced not too long ago.

"Don't."

second the tip of the gun touches my bullet wound, my confidence shatters. Everything

into my stomach further. He twists it tightly into my skin and I scream in pain, my knees buckling to the floor. Out of the corner of my eye, I see the main leader stop what he's

shake in fear as he comes closer, the aura around him terrifying. I shut my eyes tightly and instead pray silently to whatever God that is listening

but there was no