A/N: Well, there's the second to last chapter. Yep, I plan on wrapping this whole story up with the next update. What a shame. :'(
I wanted to wrap this story up 1.) because I've kinda lost interest and 2.) Because I plan on uploading a NEW story as soon as this one finishes. I'm still deciding between two to upload though...but either way there will be yet ANOTHER new story out really soon!
R&R and enjoy! ^-^
~LooksDon'tMakeTheWorldGo'Round
Chapter 11:
D POV
"Stop I'll do it!" I shout at the last minute causing the gunman to look up at me, annoyed I had spoken out as he was about to finish off Courtney.
"What?" He asked interested, but still holding the gun to Court's temple.
I lowered my head and sighed. "I'll do it." I managed to mumble hearing Courtney gasp at my response.
"What?" She screeched with her voice cracking.
"Yeah kid. What do you mean?" The gunman asked.
I raised my head a bit to look at them. "I'll...I'll finish her..." I said uneasily.
"What? Duncan, no!" Courtney continued to scream. The gunman laughed before he spoke.
"And how do I know you aren't going to pull something on me?" He asked.
I reached into my pocket, and pulled out my pocketknife showing it to him. "I'll use this," I said, "you keep the gun, and if I try...anything, shoot us both." I explained simply. He pondered at the idea for a minute. "Look, you really wanna get me back man? Let me do it. I'd rather have her die in the hands of someone she cares about then by some scum like you." I tried reasoning.
"Alright," was all he said before walking over to me with Courtney still in his grasp, his gun still pointed to her temple. The walk over I could hear her whimpering progress never taking her teared eyes off me.
"I'm sorry." I mouthed raising my hands in the air showing I wasn't planning on attacking. What had I gotten myself into? I couldn't kill Courtney! I knew I couldn't I just spoke out hoping to save her ass. Boy was I wrong...
The gunman handed her off to my and I grasped her in my free arm as he backed up probably so he could have a good shot if I failed to cooperate. I didn't know how I was going to get out of this one.
"Well?" He spoke hoping I'd pick up the pace. I bit my bottom lip as I placed the shaky hand against her bare neck that held my pocketknife. Her whining became louder. The gunman cocked his gun.
"I don't have time for your stalling game. You've got 'til the count three to finish her of I will." He told her aiming at Courtney's face. She screamed again, and my hand became twice as uneasy. I was shaking so bad that drew blood from her. "One." The gunman counted. Shit, I thought as I looked around the room for another distraction. "Two." He said. I looked down at Courtney who was shaking viciously.
"I'm so sorry," I mumbled to her knowing we were defeated.
"Thr-" he started, but was soon cut off by a loud banging coming from the next room. He drew all his attention to the sound when the thought hit me. I grasped on to the knife tightly and tossed it across the room as hard as possible praying I didn't make a huge mistake.
The knife landed directly in his upper left chest area causing him to let out a pained cry completely dropping his gun. This had to be the best plan ever. I put Courtney on the ground before I rushed over to the distracted gunman, and tackled him to the ground causing him to hit his head against the flooring.
C POV
I screamed for the millionth time today. Duncan had just throwing a knife into this man's shoulder! I felt like I was about to be sick. He set me down on the ground, which I was glad about since I would be able to catch my breath from such a traumatic image as I watched him knock over and jump on top of the dangerous man, tearing the knife from his shoulder blade that made my stomach flip, and hold it against his neck. I guess I can say I understand why Duncan's been to jail before. He could be quite...terrifying when needed.
From the other side of the room I could hear him threatening the gunman with his life if he moved an inch, and in excruciating pain from the knife, the gunman did as he was told.
"Courtney," I heard Duncan call for me, "take this and call the cops." He said tossing me his cell phone that must have been on the gunman. I nodded my head still unsure what to say about this whole situation.
I walked out of the room not wanting to be around the whole drama, opened the phone, and slowly dialed 911 with my nervous shaking hands. I held the cold metal device up to my ear and waited for the other line to pick up. It took two rings, but to me if felt like ten.
"911, what's your emergency?" The other line said.
"Um, yes. I-I was wondering if I could get the police, or an ambulance over here." I told her.
"Sure ma'am. Can you tell me what's going on?" She asked.
I breathed in a deep sigh as I explained the whole story right from the second my parents left that previous Thursday to the second before I opened the phone.
"Alright, calm down ma'am. Help is on the way make sure you stay safe." She told me putting emphasis on certain parts of the sentence.
"I will. Thank you." I told her.
"Would you like me to stay on the line until help arrives?" She asked.
"Um...no, I believe I'll be fine."
"Okay ma'am. Stay calm." She said before hanging up.
"I can only hope I will." I said to myself still holding the phone against my face.
D POV
Princess eventually made her way back in the room allowing me to release a sigh of relief. I was still lying on the ground on top of the scum who tried to finish the two of us off knowing if I made any type of sudden move he could get loose, and then all hell would break loose.
"You call the cops?" I asked still staring down at the uninterested gunman under me still holding the knife against his neck.
"Yeah..." she trailed off obviously still shaken up from the whole experience.
"It'll be okay, Court the cops will be here soon to throw this scum in jail where he belongs." I hissed at the gunman pressing the knife tighter against his neck.
"Mhmm." She said barely audible.
Another minute or two pasted and the cops finally arrived. They bust through the doors like this was some kind of life threatening situation, which it was, but not anymore. Two cops ran over to me and the gunman, pulled me off him, and both tackled him-handcuffing him in seconds.
I finally had a chance to walk over to Courtney opening my arms for a warm embrace that she slowly walked into. What was up with her? She should be happy! We were soon greeted by the head of police who asked us to explain the whole story. After a ten minute explanation I was able to share my side of the story as was Courtney. He nodded his head occasionally through out each speech, and once we were finished spoke.
"Well, these men won't be bothering you kids again." He told us. "Have you been able to contact you parents about his situation? I'm sure they're worried if you've been gone for a few days."
Courtney and I looked at each other wide-eyed. The thought hadn't crossed our minds as to what to tell our parents well, mostly hers about this situation.
"Well?" He asked.
"I-uh, think we'll figure something out." I told him and he nodded leading us outside where four cop cars had swarmed the place. We watched as they shoved the gunman and his goons into seperate cop cars all three of them shouting death threats at us. Nervous, Courtney looked in the opposite direction, and I flip them all off. I didn't know what she had to be nervous about we were safe now.
"If you two want we can give you a ride home." He cheif told us.
"That would be lovely." Courtney mumbled quietly as we followed him to the back of a police car. Oh the memories I've had in the back of one of these. I grinned as I held the door open for Courtney to get in, and once seated I got in after her not bothering to buckle up.
The glass window was up so the cop wouldn't be able to hear us. I sighed. "So, what's really bugging you?"
She didn't bother to look away from the window. "Nothing."
"Courtney." I said sternly.
"It's just-why would you do it?" She asked.
Confused I questioned. "Do what?"
"Why would you offer to risk my life? I mean, what the hell! Did you really expect to pull something out of your ass? We got lucky!" She spat.
"Court, as long as you were in my arms you were safe. I don't know what I would have done, but when he fired I was gonna take that bullet for you." I said calmly.
"Oh, and that just makes everything so much better!" She spat again.
"What did you think I was gonna do, let him blow your brains out right in front of me? I had to think of something!
"You are honestly the biggest idiot I've ever met."
"And you're the biggest fuckin' prick I've ever met. I saved your life back there you should be thanking me!" I told her.
"You. Got. Lucky!" She screamed.
"Who cares what I got! We're safe now aren't we?" I shouted back. She glared at me before turning back to face the window. I sighed and did the same, and the two of us rode in silence for at least ten minutes before I tried speaking again. "I'm sorry." I mumbled barely audible.
"What?" She asked angrily.
"I'm. Sorry." I said slower and more apologetic.
"Well, then I forgive you." She said quietly.
"Cool..." I trailed off.
"And I'm...sorry too. I shouldn't have blown up on you. You really did save us back there." She spoke.
"Yeah, it's no big deal." I told her rubbing the back of my neck.
"Yes it is. We both know that. I'm just glad to be going home." She sighed.
"Yeah, me too." I agreed. "Wait, what day is it?" I asked.
"Monday." She mumbled.
I chuckled. "Least we made it back on time."
"Yeah." She said.
"So, about you're folks..."
"W-what about them?" She asked becoming nervous again.
"I still have no idea how we're gonna explain this to them." I told her.
She was silent for a minute before she finally spoke. "Me either, but I know the two of us are going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble." She said staring at the back of the driver's headrest.
A/N: One more chapter to go! Awwh, I've actually enjoyed writing this story. Well, you guys know the drill review!
