Dying in Your Arms Tonight - Chapter Four
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"Joey, this place is packed, look at that line! We're never gonna get in. Can we just go home?" I whined, staring at the mile long line that stretched from the front doors of the club, that was well over-decorated with neon lights.
"No, Dude, it's ok, look, I got passes. I was originally planning on taking the girl that gave them to me, but you needed to get out more than she did. Come on," he said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me to the front of the line.
He flashed the passes at the gigantic bouncer and he moved aside. Our hands were stamped and we were givin wrist bands so we could get back in if we left.
The music was blaring so loudI could hardly hear Joey yelling at me to follow him to the bar. The place was obviously over it's capacity and I couldn't take one step without running into somebody.
Joey pushed and shoved his way to the bar, but still kept a firm grasp on my wrist. I knew the second we lost physical contact, we'd be separated for the night.
We finally found our way to the bar and bellied up to it, keeping a firm grasp on the edge so we weren't sidswiped by somebody on their way past us.
He ordered two beers and I glanced up and down the huge semi circle bar, lined with neon lights, every spot was taken.
"Chandler! Check out that chick!" Joey yelled, pointing toward a blonde sitting at the end of the bar, talking to three other girls.
I shrugged my shoulders and looked at Joey like I didn't know what he wanted from me.
"Dude, you have to start realizing that you and Monica are over. She obviously isn't going to talk to you, maybe she will someday, but not now. In the meantime, you need to have fun," he said, having to raise his voice slightly to be heard over the music.
"Joe, I want to at least--" I was abruptly cut off by somebody slaming into my back and slamming my gut right into the bar. "What the hell!" I whiped around as soon as he was off of me and realized that he was fighting with another man, who was almost twice his size.
The mexican that had run into me called across the room to his buddies on the dance floor, two more mexicans, and they came running.
They immediately shoved the man away, but he came barreling right back and I just narrowly dodged all three of them flying toward the bar.
"Hey! Hey, back off, Man!" One of them yelled, whiping a gun out of his jacket and shoving it in the man's chest. "Back the fuck up!" he yelled, his words dripping with his thick accent.
Screams erupted from the crowd at the sight of the gun and what could easily be described as a human stampede took off for the door, along with the supposed target of the waiting gun.
Joey and I tried to make a break for it, but everytime we did, we would get shoved back out of the crowd and back behind the man with the gun.
Amazingly, all but about 30 people were able to escape before the other two men ran over and shut the doors, locking the bouncers outside.
They walked back over to where their friend was standing and also pulled guns out from inside their jackets. Why hadn't they been checked for weapons on the way in?
"Everybody move over there! And sit down!" They yelled, waving their guns in front of us.
It was safe to say that I was as scared as I had ever been. I shakily sat down on the ground and drew my knees up to my chest. Joey was right beside me, but just looked like he didn't understand what was going on. He almost looked mad.
I just wanted to go home and crawl into Monica's arms and stay there forever. I wanted to tell her I was sorry. I wanted to forget this stupid 'separation' that was over one misunderstanding. I wanted fresh air. I wanted to lay in bed with Monica all day doing nothing but staring at each other. I wanted to lay there and spend the rest of my life figuring out the color of her eyes.
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It had been two hours and the three men had yet to do something. The cops had no doubt shown up, judging from the blaring blue and red lights I could see flashing through the windows. Every once in a while they'd yell things through mega phones, but other than that, it didn't seem like they were doing much to get us out of here.
Joey hadn't said anything since we sat down, nobody really had, we were afriad of what they'd do to us. They obviously didn't seem very in control and they didn't look like they knew what they were doing.
"You,'' one of the men said, coming over to us and pointing at Joey. "Come here!" He yelled, reaching down to grab Joey's shirt collar and pull him up. Joey was a good five inches taller than the guy, and quite a bit heavier. If he wanted, Joey could easily take him in a fight, but he was too scared.
He let go of Joey's collar and grabbed the shoulder of his shirt, dragging him toward the front door and away from me.
He looked back at me pleadingly, he was scared. I had never seen that look on his face before, and it was terrifying.
The man put a gun to Joey's head and my heart skipped a beat. He shoved him out the front door and I heard him yelling something about money, my ears weren't paying attention, they were more foccused on listening for the sound of a gunshot.
Joey was brought back and thrown down on the floor next to me. "Are you okay?" I asked, scooting a bit towards him and helping him sit up.
"Yea," he swallowed. "Just, you know, scared shitless."
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An hour later the man came back and reached for Joey again. Something inside me snapped and I shot off the ground and shoved the man away. I didn't have anything to say, and the second I had shoved the man, my emotions relaxed back to scared out of my mind. Maybe that snap had just been a leg cramp?
I realized what I had done and immediately regreted it when the other two guys came running from across the room. I turned and jumped over the guy I had pushed down and stopped on the middle of the dance floor when I realized I had no where else to go.
The biggest of the three guys advanced toward me and hit me in the stomach with the most powerful punch I had ever recieved. I doubled over in pain but straightend up quickly after realizing that another one was on it's way.
I was able to run around on the dance floor for a few minutes--he wasn't very fast--before he caught me by the arm and swung me around.
Amidst my spinning, I saw one of the other men raise his gun at me and I cried out in pain when the bullet collided with my left shoulder. I dropped down on my knees but was quickly pulled back up.
The only thing my brain was registering was the complete and utter pain shooting all across my chest, I didn't know that the guy was dragging me to a storage room.
I opened my eyes for a second and glanced at Joey, as pale as a ghost, slumped against the wall. He must have thought they were dragging me off to kill me...I was starting to think that too.
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to be continued...
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God, I'm so sorry! I promised this chapter would be longer, and it isn't that much. Basically, I'm done writing the story, just a little bit more, all I have to do is type it up. I had so planned on getting this chapter up last Thursday, but I got way busy, I don't know what happened. I promise I will get another chapter up before Friday. Thank you so much for all of the reviews! They really make me feel better when I'm having a bad day, it lets me know that at least somebody likes what I'm doing in this world.
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