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 —

some courage, haven’t

out hateful and disgusted. He blinks and his face snaps

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

feet. My hand is ripped away from Andy's and my knees shake in fear causing

his eyes taking me in

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

asks him and I watch as green eyes stares me down, the fire in his eyes

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 allow him to drag me to the front by the club doors.

throws me to the floor, causing me to land hard on my knees. I feel the skin on my legs graze against the floor,

on my heels. The scene in front of me is heartbreaking. Dozens of people lay on the floor, their hands shaking above their heads. Four

my knees bleeding and my

are, I hate them.

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

"Don't."

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

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

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

before but there was no chance