#Chapter3
Trapped
Working in a quiet room with books surrounding you and a warm cup of coffee in your hand.
Now that's my idea of paradise.
I smiled at the thought, taking a small sip of coffee happily.
Today's going to be a good day.
But it seemed like I had spoken too soon,
The next thing I knew someone bumped into me harshly, making me stagger back and drop my coffee, splashing it all over the floor and onto the stranger’s shoes. I was about to give whoever it was a piece of my mind, but when I looked up I found myself staring into two intense grey eyes.
The stranger continued to barge into the compact room, which barely had enough room to hold a single person like himself, and then he proceeded to close the door.
High cheekbones, jet black hair, strong jaw, and of course those amazing deep set grey eyes. He was by far the best looking man I had ever set eyes on. But that wasn't what had stopped me from lashing out on him.
He looked familiar for some reason, really familiar.
For a moment I was mesmerized, but then the reality of the situation dawned upon me. I cleared my throat loudly, causing him to finally focus on me, as if he hadn't even noticed me before.
/"Um, can I help you?/" I asked incredulously, /"If you need something you'll ha-./"Before I could finish my sentence however, he clamped his hand on my mouth and pushed me back lightly into the wall.
/"Shut your mouth and don't make a sound./" He ordered, his voice was low but he still managed to sound intimidating.
My eyes widened.
Okay, this guy is a psycho.
I started to struggle, which wasn't really of much help. The guy was huge, not to mention strong.
My dad and Jacob had both spent a lot of time training me, they'd taught me how to take on men twice my size. I'd come across big and strong men before and I'd beaten them too. But there was no denying the fact that I had nothing on this guy. I had no chance against him.
Everything about him screamed of strength and dominance.
I tried to calm myself down.
I don't even know this guy and he obviously doesn't know me either. He has no reason to hurt me.
The stranger pressed me further into the wall and he tightened his grip on my mouth. I began to panic.
/"Calm down, will you?/" He said in a low voice and removed his hand slowly from my face.
/"I just need to stay here for a while, so they don't find me./" He explained like it was something which made complete sense.
Yup, this guy is a complete psycho.
/"And what do you mean by that exactly?/" I asked, annoyance seeping into my voice.
He looked pissed off now, taking a step back he spoke to me in an even tone, /"There are some men following me, about five of them, they look threatening, I think they've been hired to abduct me or something. I hope that explains our current unpleasant situation./"
What?! Oh My God!
My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, /"Did you call the police?!/" I asked worriedly.
He gave me an embarrassed look before speaking, /"I noticed they were following me when I left for work this morning. I tried to lose them but it didn't really work. I figured they'd stop if I got to someplace public with a lot of people and witnesses, but they didn't, they're still after me./"
/"Did you call the police?/" I repeated my question impatiently.
/"I'd just assumed it was just a stupid stunt to scare me. By the time I realized they were dangerous, it was already too late./" He mumbled sounding really embarrassed.
/"Just answer the question Goddamnit! Did you or did you not call the cops?!/" I asked perplexed.
He sighed, /"I left my phone at home. I didn’t really give it a thought before because I assumed they were just messing around, and after I left I didn't have a chance to go back and get it./" He finished somewhat sheepishly.
I sighed in frustration and gave him the 'are-you-kidding-me-right-now' look.
/"You look really familiar, like I've seen you somewhere./" I asked, curiosity getting the best of me.
/"Yeah I get that a lot./" He muttered but he didn't bother explaining. /"My name's Will Grayson./" he said finally.
/"Marriah Roberts./" I responded awkwardly.
/"I left my bag at the counter, I have a phone. You should call the cops, like right this instant./" I urged, I started to open the door.
Suddenly, I heard a gunshot.
We both froze.
/"Shit! It's them. They're here./" Will whispered.
/"You didn't tell me they were armed!/" I hissed in panic.
The sound came from somewhere close by, probably from inside the shop followed by a gruff voice shouting; /"Everybody out!/"
Then another one spoke, /"We checked all the other shops on this street he has to be here./"
I felt the color drain from my face I was too afraid to breathe. That did not sound good.
I heard people screaming and the sound of trampling feet. There was another gunshot, I prayed no one was hurt.
The sound of screams and footsteps was louder at first then it started fading, indicating that people were quickly leaving the shop. At last the sounds ended completely.
I felt relieved for all those people who got out safely but at the same time scared for myself and Will.
I heard heavy footsteps making their way towards our current hiding place. My breath hitched.
Will took up a fighting stance moving in front of me and pushing me towards the back.
Was he trying to protect me?
/"Just take care of yourself. I can defend myself./" I said scowling, making sure to keep my voice low.
My father had taught me how to fight. I'd been training in martial arts ever since I was a little girl.
He glanced back at me /"You can't keep your mouth shut, can you?/" He asked, he didn't look angry just irritated.
I was about to bite back when suddenly the door flung open.
Outside stood five huge, terrifying men. Three of them had guns pointed in our direction.
This was it. We had nowhere left to run or hide.
We were trapped.