Tangled Love

CHAPTER 86

Darkness greets me and the wind whistled through the window into the room, causing me to shiver for the hundred time. The room had dropped in temperature so quickly, I didn't have time to prepare myself. My body felt stiff from lack of movement and the cold air did nothing but make it worse. I shut my eyes tightly and huddle closer to the wall, not caring anymore about the filth it was covered in.

I'm desperate to keep in some of my body heat.

The door suddenly shot open and my eyes flings awake, turning towards him. DC Jones stands there, his own eyes wide with panic. He shut the door before pushing over a large dresser in front of it effortlessly. He turns around and signals for me to stay quiet. I scrunch my brows tightly...

What the hell was going on?

"What are you doing?" I ask huskily, my throat aching as I speak.

"Shut up." DC Jones hisses angrily at me before grabbing something from the back of his jeans. My eyes widen as I make out the small black shape in his hands, a gun. This is it, he's going to kill me.

He walks towards me and I whimper, shutting my eyes as I wait for the barrel of the gun to meet my head.

"Emily." DC Jones hisses and I open my eyes slowly, tears falling fast down my face.

"Don't kill me," I plead and he hisses angrily, lunging himself towards me. I barely have a chance to scream before his large hand is clamped over my mouth, muffling any sound I make. His other hand begins to untie the ropes behind my back, loosening the knots.

"You're coming with me," he growls, his hold on me iron tight. The tears fall faster and my heart thumps wildly in my chest, threatening to break through. I can feel the pounding of my heartbeat in my ears.

"Please," I whimper, pleading for my life.

"Shut up." DC Jones repeats into my ear. One of his hands holds the gun and I cry, terrified of it being so close to me. I hear something rustle outside of the door and my eyes widen immediately.

Someone is here.

This was it, this was my chance to get the hell out of here. I instantly scream loudly, shouting for help. DC Jones hand tightens over my mouth, muffling my screams. I lash out wildly, head butting DC Jones in the process. His immediate reaction is to let go and cradle his head where I smashed mine into his. I shuffle away from him as much as I can before taking a deep breath —

"Help! I'm in here! Please help me! Help!"

My lungs ache and DC Jones charges towards me, angrier than a bull in a flaming bullfight. His hand shoots out and he punches the side of my head, causing me to fall hard onto the floor. The pounding in my head is now so loud, I couldn't hear anything besides the ringing in my ears. The spot where he punched me throbs painfully and I groan, crying in pain. DC Jones wastes no time in pointing the barrel of his gun against my temple.

"Make one more sound and I swear to god, I will blow your brains out!" He threatens, hissing into my ear. My eyes widen in fear and I immediately quieten down, the only sounds coming from me my quiet whimpers. The cold barrel against my temple felt so alien, so wrong. NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

I stare at the door and will that my screams for help have been heard. It isn't before the doorknob turns and my breath catches in my throat as I wait for them to make their way in here.

Please help me. Just open the door.

"Its locked," I hear the muffled voice outside the door, the furniture in the way of letting them in. DC Jones stiffens behind me and he presses the gun further against my skin. His other hand is over my mouth and my chest rises up and down from the adrenaline running through my body. My head is still pounding and my eyes are persuading me to close them but I can't, not now.

The door rattles once more before everything grows silent. My heart drops as I hear footsteps retreat, they were leaving. I whimper again, the hope in me fading away just like their footsteps.

"That's right, go away." DC Jones whispers behind me. I could practically see his eyes twinkling, the smirk on his face so evident at not being discovered. I slump against him, my eyes finally drifting shut, not caring what happens to me from now on.

I'm not sure if I'm dreaming but the door flies open, sending the dresser crashing towards us.

Three dark figures stood in the doorway.

Or is that my imagination?

My ears are still ringing, my vision blurred so I eventually give in. I feel my eyes roll to the back of my head and I black out. The last thing I remember is a loud bang and I pray the reason I'm fading away isn't because I have a bullet through my head.