I know it's been a while since i've updated, but I'm really busy at the moment, but here it is.
chapter 3
Call it fate, or the work of God; the bullet missed it's mark. Instead, it bounced off the ceiling and hit the center of the room with a small clatter.
Cindy's eyes had been squeezed shut when the gun was fired, but now she slowly opened them and looked upon the face of her captor.
Cindy glared at him. She didn't even know this person, and yet he felt entitled to dangle her life by a thread. Cindy struggled to gain her freedom, but his grasp only grew tighter. She decided that she could bite him or kick him hard enough to release herself, but he would still have the gun. Any way she looked at her situation, she was trapped.
Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Jimmy told himself. He had made a big mistake by alerting the cops. He had put Cindy's life at stake more than it was in the first place.
Now the gunman was more likely to get reckless.
"Now that the cops are here, this is going to be a long night. I was going to let you all go freely, but not now..." he said.
Although he said that, he flung Cindy from him, forcing her to land on the hard bank floor.
"You are all now officially hostages!" he screamed.
Jimmy ran towards Cindy keeping close to the ground. To his luck the gunman was keeping an eye on the police instead of him.
"Cindy! Are you alright?" he asked as he reached her. Her face was still on the floor.
Slowly she lifted herself up, and he was surprised to see that she was crying.
"It's okay." he said, gently embracing her.
Still in shock, Cindy could not speak, instead she just nodded her head and buried in Jimmy's shirt.
I know that chapter was extremely short, but I'll work harder to make the next one longer. Please no reviews saying to make it longer, because I already know...please review!1