Hey Selena...
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Thread Topic: Hey Selena...
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"Thanks." He forced a smile.
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brb
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Heller?
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(sorry I had dinner)
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"So, where's that somebody you need to meet?" I smiled back at him. He was really good-looking.
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(It's okay. I found means of entertainment.)
"Uh..." He swept his gaze across the food court, pretending to look for the friend he was pretending existed. During his quick search, he saw two security guards glancing at him and whispering. Did they recognize him? In this look? He doubted it. He watched them from the corner of his mind, beginning to formulate a plan. "I don't see him here yet. Do you mind waiting with me until he comes?" -
"Sure, no problem." I felt like something was wrong but I couldn't place it. "You wanna get something to eat?"
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"I'm good... you want anything? I'll buy," he offered, still paying attention to the security guards. They had started in his direction. "On second thought, will you come with me for a moment?" He glanced around for an exit to the parking lot, and spotting one, took her hand and pulled her after him.
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I was confused but followed him. I glanced back and saw the security guards. I reached up and wrapped my hand around his waist. Instinct told me what to do.
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He'd reached the door. He opened it, pulling her outside. He'd never taken hostage before, but it seemed today was a day for trying new things.
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I started to feel uneasy when he took a back door but I didn't move my hand. "Who are you?" I whispered.
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He smirked. "You'll see." As soon as the security guards came out the door, he had her held up against him. He pulled a gun from under his shirt and put the barrel to her head. It gently brushed her hair. "Move, and I pull the trigger." His pointer finger rested on the trigger, prepared to shoot.
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That's when I started to panic but I didn't move a muscle. I was scared and regretted trying to help this criminal.
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He grinned, watching them frozen in place. He gently released his grip on her, but not allowing her to leave. He started backing away slowly, still holding the gun.
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I backed away with him. All I was thinking at this moment was if I died, I hoped my parents could adopt and move on.
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