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You're Famous... Bullshit
David stared as she walked into the car and sat there looking at the window, than she gave him a weak smile. David walked fast over to her and opened the door a little.
“Hey, stay here. Ok? Don’t come. No matter what happens, stay in the car. I’ll be right back; I promise everything will be alright.” David said kissing her forehead, closing the door and running towards the building. She stared as he ran into the building. She couldn’t help but feel the need of getting in, but she was scared that they got mad at her for not doing what she was told. The fear grew as David was nowhere to be seen anymore.
David ran up the stairs while he heard Pierre screaming, “They must have found them” He thought.
“Ok, now what you want. You want money I have money right here, but let them go.”
“No Mr. Bouvier, we want you.” Everything tensed up for them.
“Well let them go and than you’ll have me.” David decided not to enter to find some way in and save his friend from staying in there with stupid assholes who, he thought, wanted to kill him.
“Pierre.” Chuck pulled him to his side. “You can’t do this, they can kill you, and otherwise why do they want you for?”
“Chuck. It’s my family!” Pierre said tensed up mixing anger with fear.
“Pierre, there must be something we can do. We should’ve called the police.”
“Look, Chuck. Just let me do this, ok? It’s my family, not yours.” After hearing this Chuck stepped back and let his friends decide, but he was afraid that Pierre could get hurt. They were like brothers, if something happen to any of his friends he… just couldn’t even think of it. “So what do you say let my brothers and mother go along with my friends and I’ll stay and do whatever you want.”
“No, no. You don’t get it yet. By saying you I was talking about you and you’re friends… Your family can go alone. And where is the other fag? And the little bitch?”
“They aren’t here.” Pierre said hoping David didn’t show up.
“There’s no deal, then.”
“What!? But why do you want my friends anyway?”
“You are famous, didn’t you looked for this when you’re dream went to reality?”
“Bullshit.” Pierre muttered.
“Pierre, leave.” Jonathan, who was tight up behind the kidnapper, said aloud. Pierre walked a few steps to the front until the kidnapper pointed at him with his gun.
“I’m not leaving you here, and I’m not leaving mom. Where is she?”
“She…”
“Shut up!” The kidnaper cut Jonathan off and punched him.
“You mother fucker!” Pierre ran towards the guy the gun on his hand didn’t stop Pierre. The guy pointed at Pierre while he ran towards him non-stopping.
The guy shot at Pierre, Pierre felt something pushing him down. He closed his eyes and hoped he could get out of that one, or at least his friends and family could.
He opened his eyes noticing he was alright, no bullet anywhere on his body.
“Are you ok?” Chuck said moving off Pierre.
“Chuck?” Pierre said looking at him with a questioning look.
“Yes, man. Are you ok, or not? It didn’t get you, right?” Chuck asked worried.
“No. How did you…”
“I ran…”
“Dude, you saved my life.”
“Well, yea. I did.” Chuck said smirking and scratching the back of his neck. Pierre smiled at Chuck.
“Okay, you were lucky. Not anymore though.” The guy said pointing at them both.
*Outside*
Azelia stared outside the window hoping to see her friends walk out the place they had entered. All she saw was a middle aged woman go out of there, pretty alarmed. The woman walked over to the car. Azelia got nervous; she didn’t know who this woman was. The woman kept getting closer, Azelia decided to just remain seated.
“Excuse me? Whose car is this?” The woman said nervous about something. Azelia doubted on answering, but finally answered.
“P-Pierre’s…” She stuttered afraid.
“Oh my god, where is my son? Is he upstairs?” The woman asked Azelia, she stared confused.
“Are you Pierre’s mother?” She managed to say something without stuttering.
“Yes. I am. Do you know my son?”
“Yes. Are you ok ma’am?”
“Yes. So, you know what’s going on? You know where my son is?”
“Yes, he’s inside.”
“Oh my god…”
*Back up*
“Hey! Wait up! You asshole! I’m talking to you!” Jeff got the kidnapper’s attention. “What you want to do, huh? You fuck face!” Jeff said acting all rude.
“What’s your fucking problem, you motherfucker?” The kidnapper walked in Jeff’s direction. Jeff was terrified, but he had to do this. While this happened Chuck and Pierre went to untie Jonathan.
“You fucking chicken, can’t even shoot from that far, huh? You pathetic bastard.” Jeff was about to throw up. He was so sick of what he was doing, but he just felt that he had to do it.
The guy walked up to Jeff slowly. Jeff felt cold and he couldn’t move; he was so scared.
“What happened? Where is your big mouth now, huh?” The kidnapper said pointing at Jeff’s head with the gun. He was now about 2 steps from Jeff. Jeff was speechless this time he was frozen couldn’t even speak. “I guess there is no one home… So no one will mind if I break something in there.” The kidnapper pulled the trigger and pointed right at Jeff’s forehead.
I'll leave you in suspense again :p
Thanks for reading.
“Hey, stay here. Ok? Don’t come. No matter what happens, stay in the car. I’ll be right back; I promise everything will be alright.” David said kissing her forehead, closing the door and running towards the building. She stared as he ran into the building. She couldn’t help but feel the need of getting in, but she was scared that they got mad at her for not doing what she was told. The fear grew as David was nowhere to be seen anymore.
David ran up the stairs while he heard Pierre screaming, “They must have found them” He thought.
“Ok, now what you want. You want money I have money right here, but let them go.”
“No Mr. Bouvier, we want you.” Everything tensed up for them.
“Well let them go and than you’ll have me.” David decided not to enter to find some way in and save his friend from staying in there with stupid assholes who, he thought, wanted to kill him.
“Pierre.” Chuck pulled him to his side. “You can’t do this, they can kill you, and otherwise why do they want you for?”
“Chuck. It’s my family!” Pierre said tensed up mixing anger with fear.
“Pierre, there must be something we can do. We should’ve called the police.”
“Look, Chuck. Just let me do this, ok? It’s my family, not yours.” After hearing this Chuck stepped back and let his friends decide, but he was afraid that Pierre could get hurt. They were like brothers, if something happen to any of his friends he… just couldn’t even think of it. “So what do you say let my brothers and mother go along with my friends and I’ll stay and do whatever you want.”
“No, no. You don’t get it yet. By saying you I was talking about you and you’re friends… Your family can go alone. And where is the other fag? And the little bitch?”
“They aren’t here.” Pierre said hoping David didn’t show up.
“There’s no deal, then.”
“What!? But why do you want my friends anyway?”
“You are famous, didn’t you looked for this when you’re dream went to reality?”
“Bullshit.” Pierre muttered.
“Pierre, leave.” Jonathan, who was tight up behind the kidnapper, said aloud. Pierre walked a few steps to the front until the kidnapper pointed at him with his gun.
“I’m not leaving you here, and I’m not leaving mom. Where is she?”
“She…”
“Shut up!” The kidnaper cut Jonathan off and punched him.
“You mother fucker!” Pierre ran towards the guy the gun on his hand didn’t stop Pierre. The guy pointed at Pierre while he ran towards him non-stopping.
The guy shot at Pierre, Pierre felt something pushing him down. He closed his eyes and hoped he could get out of that one, or at least his friends and family could.
He opened his eyes noticing he was alright, no bullet anywhere on his body.
“Are you ok?” Chuck said moving off Pierre.
“Chuck?” Pierre said looking at him with a questioning look.
“Yes, man. Are you ok, or not? It didn’t get you, right?” Chuck asked worried.
“No. How did you…”
“I ran…”
“Dude, you saved my life.”
“Well, yea. I did.” Chuck said smirking and scratching the back of his neck. Pierre smiled at Chuck.
“Okay, you were lucky. Not anymore though.” The guy said pointing at them both.
*Outside*
Azelia stared outside the window hoping to see her friends walk out the place they had entered. All she saw was a middle aged woman go out of there, pretty alarmed. The woman walked over to the car. Azelia got nervous; she didn’t know who this woman was. The woman kept getting closer, Azelia decided to just remain seated.
“Excuse me? Whose car is this?” The woman said nervous about something. Azelia doubted on answering, but finally answered.
“P-Pierre’s…” She stuttered afraid.
“Oh my god, where is my son? Is he upstairs?” The woman asked Azelia, she stared confused.
“Are you Pierre’s mother?” She managed to say something without stuttering.
“Yes. I am. Do you know my son?”
“Yes. Are you ok ma’am?”
“Yes. So, you know what’s going on? You know where my son is?”
“Yes, he’s inside.”
“Oh my god…”
*Back up*
“Hey! Wait up! You asshole! I’m talking to you!” Jeff got the kidnapper’s attention. “What you want to do, huh? You fuck face!” Jeff said acting all rude.
“What’s your fucking problem, you motherfucker?” The kidnapper walked in Jeff’s direction. Jeff was terrified, but he had to do this. While this happened Chuck and Pierre went to untie Jonathan.
“You fucking chicken, can’t even shoot from that far, huh? You pathetic bastard.” Jeff was about to throw up. He was so sick of what he was doing, but he just felt that he had to do it.
The guy walked up to Jeff slowly. Jeff felt cold and he couldn’t move; he was so scared.
“What happened? Where is your big mouth now, huh?” The kidnapper said pointing at Jeff’s head with the gun. He was now about 2 steps from Jeff. Jeff was speechless this time he was frozen couldn’t even speak. “I guess there is no one home… So no one will mind if I break something in there.” The kidnapper pulled the trigger and pointed right at Jeff’s forehead.
I'll leave you in suspense again :p
Thanks for reading.