Tangled Love

CHAPTER 119

"Something must be wrong with the music..." Andy mutters looking around for one of the club staff to confirm the problem. The crowd begins to get restless and are now shouting angrily for the music to be put back on. The main club doors open all of a sudden, smashing into the walls on the inside.

Everyone silences and their heads immediately snap towards the bang, including mine and Andy's. My eyes widen in fear as six men dressed in black stand in the doorway, their faces covered with only their eyes on display. My eyes travel down to what they hold in their hands . . . guns.

I sit frozen to the spot in the corner, my eyes widening in fear. I feel every single hair stand up on my body and my hand instantly hovers over my bullet wound, almost protectively. My heart pulses erratically, threatening to break through my rib cage as I watch them point their guns at the crowd and shout at them to get down.

A few people scream and instantly drop, their hands covering their heads. Others stand rooted to the spot in fear, staring with their mouths wide open at the men with the guns.

"GET DOWN!" The main leader of the masked men screams, walking forward threateningly with his gun raised high. He's the biggest from the group, his shoulders wide and his build heavy. The others seem to move on his command, watching his every step.

He clutches his gun tightly and raises it to the remaining crowd who stand shaking in their trainers and heels. They immediately drop to their knees and whimper in complete fear.

Images of Jones stood with his gun pointing towards me flash through my mind and suddenly I'm back in that room again, chained to that bed. My lungs tighten as Jones hand wraps around my neck, forcing every breath out of my body. I wheeze and slap my chest, forcing myself to breathe normally. In the distance somewhere, I hear Andy's familiar voice but I can't make out what he's saying.

My vision is blurred and all I can see is black figures holding murderous weapons surrounding me. Eventually they all blur into one, their guns standing out intimidatingly.

"GET DOWN OR I'LL SHOOT!"

The voice is so close yet seemed so far away from me chained up to that bed. I'm alone in the house, alone with no-one but Jones.

"Down!"

I feel myself be pushed down to the ground by my hands and Andy's fearful expression flashes in front of my face. His arm comes over my back protectively as I shiver on the cold club floor, my knees wobbling unsteadily.

"Do what they say Emily," he whispers in my ear yet all I can hear is Jones' voice. Footsteps surround me and more black figures but I can't concentrate on them. My lungs are tightening further and the sound of gunshots fill my ears, making me rock back and forth.

Tears spill down my cheeks and my hand presses further into my wound until I can feel the pain flare through my stomach. My eyes are trained on the floor and I don't dare blink or move an inch incase I cause another gunshot to go off in my head.

Whether it's in my head or actually happening in reality is unconfirmed. I whimper loudly and feel Andy's arm tighten, pulling me closer to him.

He isn't enough, I don't need a stranger. I need Jake.