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

 ever have, you're a coward for hiding yourself." I spit back at him, my voice coming out hateful and disgusted. He blinks and his face snaps backwards before one hand rises slowly and

words but I force myself to hold eye contact with him. The last thing I want is to show him

shoots out and he grabs me by the scuff of my neck, forcing me to my feet. My hand is ripped away from Andy's and my knees

"You're a pretty girl, aren't you?" He sneers, his eyes taking me in from head to toe.

I spit back confidently and his eyes widen in surprise for a split second. I'm so over people who want to hurt me, people who thrive on hurting others. In my eyes, I've come face to face with the devil himself, Jones and I've lived to tell the

as green eyes stares me down, the

me but allow him to drag me to the front by the club doors. As we pass terrified clubbers curled up on the floor, his foot shoots out and kicks them hard.

I yell, shoving him with my hands. He drags me to the front and throws me to the floor, causing me to land hard

my heels. The scene in front of me is heartbreaking. Dozens of people lay on the floor, their hands shaking above their heads. Four men holding pistols supervise them, walking threateningly forwards and

my eyes as I stand there, my knees bleeding and my

are,

against me tightly as he walks around me in a circle. I breathe in sharply as I feel his gun

"Don't."

my bullet wound, my confidence shatters. Everything I went through with Jones runs through my mind and I could feel the pain

skin and I scream in pain, my knees buckling to the floor. Out of the corner of my

finally snaps out of it, walking towards me and Green eyes. I shake in fear as he comes closer,

there was no chance I'd be