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?”

and disgusted. He blinks and his face snaps backwards before one hand rises slowly and

really shouldn't have done that," he whispers icily, his tone threatening. My heart starts beating faster at his words but I force myself to

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 from Andy's and my knees shake in fear causing me to lose my balance if it wasn't for his tight hold. I watch emotionless as his face closes in on mine until he's inches away from

aren't you?" He sneers, his eyes taking

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 tale. I'm not scared anymore, I refuse

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

and pulling me through the crowd. I wince from the pain he's inflicting on me but allow him to

throws me to the floor, causing me

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 backwards making sure no-one steps out of line. I look up to find the main

there, my knees bleeding and my clothes crumpled from being

are, I

eyes 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

"Don't."

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

into my skin and I scream in pain, my knees buckling to

comes closer, the

but there was no