Bella Swan never thought that as she was cashing in her weekly pay check those heavily-armed robbers would swoop in and lock her and another customer in the storage room
Bella Swan never thought that as she was cashing in her weekly pay check those heavily-armed robbers would swoop in and lock her and another customer in the storage room. She never thought that they would hold down the bank with locked doors, an accountant at gunpoint and four other customers confined in the conference room, for over twenty-four hours. She never thought that the person she was locked in with would be a bronze-haired, emerald-eyed god. She also never thought that she would find bliss in even the most compromising, heart-pounding situation of her lifetime.
Preface
My heart thudded unevenly in my chest as he leaned forward, his lips mere inches from my own. I trembled, both excited and terrified of what was about to happen – something I had been dreaming of since we had both been shoved roughly into the storage room, the door slamming with a final click as it was locked.
My eyes were closing when I heard it; my head tilted expectantly, my lips almost pulsing from the electricity generated between us in the small amount of space that remained, when there was a gunshot. Immediately, we both jolted upright, his wide, piercing green eyes staring at me. I am pretty sure my heart skipped a beat.
It was followed by a crash, a heavy thud, and then something that reminded me of glass shattering. The silence that was thick in the storage room finally evaporated as I gasped, grabbing hold of his arm tightly, perhaps leaving a hand mark.
"Bella," he whispered, his voice much more comforting and calm than I felt though it was still shaken by his standards, "we need to move to the back of the room." I complied, crawling without a sound to the back corner. He followed, sitting next to me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder protectively.
It was then that whatever was going on outside finally noticed the locked room. I knew this because at that moment there was a heart-pounding, guttural snap as someone shot the lock open and a dark figure creaked the wooden door ajar. I sucked in a breath before I screamed.
What do you think? I'm horrible at prefaces – I want to write on and on. Ha-ha. Anyway, review if you want. I like this idea, even if it is somewhat overdone (as are almost all my ideas/stories. They're cliché and traditional for a reason, right?). Will continue if I get feedback.
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