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Then the phone rang. I expected it was the police, attempting to barter for out lives.

Blonde guy dragged me with him towards the phone. He picked it up, "Hello? This is James speaking." He said pleasantly, almost like how he would be answering his home phone. I heard someone speaking on the other line. Whatever he said put a frown on James' face. "Do you think I'm really that stupid?" James roared gripping my arm, "If I release the hostages, what's stopping you from shooting me? Besides, who am I supposed to shoot if I give all the hostages away?"

The person he was speaking to began talking quickly. James cut him off, "I've got a girl with me right now. She's really quite beautiful." He said running his fingers across my cheekbone. I jerked my head back, "But I'm sure you can see her though. I know you're watching us. You don't want anything to happen to her, right? I might just have to take her to the back and . . ." He trailed off suggestively.

Again, the person on the other line began talking quickly. James seemed bored, "I want food and water. Bring it to us. Unless you want somebody to die." I began shaking again. James slammed the phone down into the cradle. "This freaking blows! I need something to do. Ed bring her to the back rooms." I knew what was going to happen. I tugged at my arm trying to get it free. James back handed the side of my head, "Stop that! You're annoying me."

Ed came closer and grabbed my other arm gently. "Are you sure this is a good idea?" Ed asked, "I mean, you are expecting food to come. Shouldn't you be out here keeping an eye on things?"

James seemed to appraise Ed for a minute, "I know you want her for yourself. Fine. You can have her. Think of her as a gift."

Ed then dragged me to the back. I was kicking and screaming the whole way. Ed shoved me into a small office in the back. Ed was blocking the door way. We stood there for a few minutes staring at each other. He had nice green eyes. I shook that thought from my head.

James then stood behind Ed and fear gripped me. Ed seemed to calm me down with his mellow attitude, but James seemed twitchy and high strung, which in turn made me nervous.

"If you're not going to use your gift, then give her back." James said.

Ed blocked his way, "She's mine. I'll do it."

"I'll be up front. Have fun." James said leaving the room, shutting the door behind him.

Ed came closer to me. I scuttled away. No way was I letting him touch me. He advanced faster on me and before I could do anything to defend myself, he grabbed my arms and threw me painfully on the ground. I screamed in fear. Ed got down on his knees beside me, grabbing at my shirt, tearing it a bit. I screamed even louder. He gripped my hips and pulled me closer. I kicked and fought my hardest but to no avail. He was so strong.

He grabbed a handful of my skirt on either side of me tearing it a bit at the hem, just like my shirt. I began screaming again, long and loud. My fingers began grasping around, searching for something I could use as a weapon. My fingers came in contact with a metal waste basket. I chucked that toward Ed's direction. I heard it hit him and his hands loosened on me. I jumped up and bolted towards the door. Hands gripped the back of my shirt roughly.

My feet flew out from beneath me and I hit my head on the desk, knocking all of the stuff on it off. He was on top of me again shouting, "Stop!"

Again, my hand came into contact with something. It was a metal name tag thing that went at the front of the desk so everybody knew who it belonged too. It was solid and heavy. I lifted that and brought it down on Ed's head. He let out a string of profanities and I crawled out from under him again running towards the door.

A hand gripped my thigh and I fell to the ground, screaming the whole way. "Let go of me!" I screamed. "Stop!"

Again, I was under Ed and I just gave up. There was no use. He was too strong and I couldn't do anything to stop him. I was just prolonging the agony. Ed pinned my arms underneath him. His whole body was over top of mine. I could feel his body heat through our clothes. My eyes filled with tears, "Stop. Please stop." I whimpered out sobbing.

Ed crawled off of me sighing loudly and angrily. His eyes looked grim and unhappy. He stood up and offered me a hand to help me up. I recoiled from him. He terrified me. He just sighed again and hauled me to my feet.

He led me back towards the front where the other hostages were. I'm positive they could hear my screams and cries. When we both emerged and saw my appearance their eyes turned sympathetic and pitying. I felt horrible. I didn't want them to look at me anymore. I felt disgusting. Nothing actually happened, but it was still unpleasant.

Ed gently pushed me to the ground beside the other hostages. I did so compliantly. I didn't want any more attention put on myself. I could still feel the stares of the other hostages. I could feel the fear from the women and the anger from the men. Everybody wanted out of this situation.

I caught a glimpse of my face from the shiny windows. I had a small cut on my forehead and my lip was bleeding and cut too. I don't know how that happened. My face was also bruising. I glanced down at myself. My shirt was torn open, showing a lot of my bra. I clenched the fabric together in order to cover myself. An older man, who looked to be around 90 handed me his pull over sweater. I smiled at him gratefully and pulled it on. I moved closer to him, thankful that he was actually helping me.

I continued to peruse over my body. There was a bruise on my thigh in the form of a hand print. I noticed other people eyeing that too. My skirt also had a slit up the side from when Ed ripped it.

"Are you alright?" the old man asked in a weathered down voice.

I nodded my head shakily, "Thank you for the sweater." I said.

He smiled affectionately, "Don't worry about it sweetheart. You know, I've got a granddaughter around your age. She looks just like you!"

That's the thing I love about grandparents. They thought that everyone looked like their grandchildren and they treated you like it, "Really?" I asked.

He nodded, his voice shaking from old age, "She's really pretty, just like you and strong, like you."

I laughed humorlessly, "I'm not strong." I said truthfully.

"Of course you are. You just don't know it." He said.

"Thank you." I said, my eyes tearing up.

The old man fumbled around in his fanny pack and pulled out a clean pack of tissues and a lolly-pop. He handed me the tissues and the candy, "This will make you feel better. Sugar always makes people feel better. Don't worry dear, everything will be over soon."

I took the tissues and wiped my face. I felt a bit childish eating a lolly-pop, but it did make me feel better. I haven't had a lolly-pop since I was about 6. They used to be my favorite.

I let out a shaky breath and said, "I just wish I was somewhere else right now."

The old man dug around in his fanny pack again. It was actually kind of funny.

He pulled out a weathered picture and handed it to me. It was a picture of a palm tree on the edge of a beautiful beach with crystal blue water. The man pointed at the picture with wrinkled fingers, "I took this. I used to be a photographer. This is my favorite place in the whole world. I always keep it with me when I want to be in a different place. I can't travel anymore by plane, but this picture helps me remember what it looks like."

The picture was beautiful. I thanked him again, "No worries." He assured me, "You may keep it. My wife would've been angry if I didn't give it to you."

"Would've?" I asked.

He nodded sadly, "She passed away last year." He seemed like he was remembering her, "She was beautiful. She had big beautiful blue eyes and was always kind to people. She was my other half. The better half of me." He laughed. "She was beautiful until the day she died." His eyes looked sad now.

I thought it was terribly romantic that he thought his wife was the most beautiful woman in his world, even in their old age. I wanted what he and his wife had. "I'm sorry I didn't introduce myself. I'm Bella." I said remembering that I didn't know his name and he didn't know mine.

He smiled warmly at me, "George."

Just then, James came over and hit the back of his gun on George's side, "Be quiet. I'm sick and tired of hearing you two yapping away."

George wheezed out air as James left us. "Are you alright?" I asked frantically.

George nodded and waved me away. He was gripping the bottom of his walker.

Soon, his breath went back to normal and I relaxed. He can't die on me. As selfish as it was of me, he was the only person that I was comfortable with around here. We had to stick together. I don't think I can make it through this if George isn't here with me.

George and I remained quiet and I glanced at the clock that was stuck to the wall. It read 1:32pm. Looks like I'm late for work. Not that I care exactly.

James let out a roar of frustration. He grabbed the phone roughly and held it to his ear. When somebody answered he roared out, "Where's the supplies I asked for? This is taking too long!"

Someone spoke on the other line and James hung up, "The food's here. I'm going to get it. They left it outside. Vic, watch the hostages, Laurent, cover my back. Make sure that no one shoots me." I noticed that James didn't ask Ed to do anything and he seemed fine with that.

James then came towards us again, gun in hand. He grabbed my arm and hauled me up, "You're the insurance." He hissed in my ear. I began shaking.

George struggled to his feet, gripping his walker, "Leave her be. She hasn't done anything to you."

"Sit down!" James roared pointing the gun at George. I began sobbing.

"Please sit down George!" I begged. I couldn't let him get hurt.

"No." George said defiantly, "Not until you let the girl go."

James looked bored, "Alright then." He said firing the gun at George.

He fell and I screamed in horror.

There you go! Don't you just love George? He's such a nice guy. And what do you think about the guy named Ed? He's a little strange, isn't he?

Anyways, thanks for reading! Please review. I like to get some feed back. I'm up for positive or negative. Just please be nice. It only takes like 15 seconds to review, not even! So please take the time to do it. Thanks!

~greeneyes-99 (Nat)