Chapter Forty-Six
“Fight - A confrontation between opposing groups in which each attempts to harm or gain power over the other, as with bodily force or weapons.”
Piper
When we got to the sidewalk outside my apartment building the man had to pull the gun away from my head. Relief washed over me just because I didn’t have to feel the cold metal of the gun against my skin. But I knew I was far from danger.
He jammed the gun into my side and in low menacing tones he said, “Act normal or I guarantee I’ll shoot you right here and leave you to die on the pavement. Then I’ll go back upstairs and shoot your friend.”
I couldn’t let anything happen to Frankie.
After that vision I had, I knew if this guy got anywhere near her again she really would die.
I nodded and began walking. He nudged me along down the sidewalk a bit and when we passed by the small space between my building and the one next to it, I swear I saw something in the shadows move.
I averted my eyes because I was afraid I would be too tempted to call out for help.
We came to a nearby alleyway and he told me to turn so I did and saw he had a car parked in the center. I didn’t pay attention to the make of the car because I was looking around for something I could use as a weapon.
Once we were out of the way of prying eyes, he shoved me to the side of the car, to the back door, and he flung it open. “Get in,” he said.
I shook my head.
“I said get in!” he demanded.
“And I said no!” I yelled and kicked him in the knee.
He moaned and bent forward and I lunged passed him, running farther into the alley.
I knew I should be running in the opposite direction, but I’d never make it past him.
I just really hoped this didn’t turn out like a bad horror movie where the dumb chick gets it.
But I had to try. I had to at least attempt escape. I knew if I got in that car I wasn’t getting out alive. And his threat to Frankie was probably no good by now. She was probably already out of my apartment and on her way for help. If I could stall him or get away… that would be my best chance.
At the very back of the alley was a chain-link fence.
When I reached it I skidded to halt but rammed into it and it made a loud clattering sound.
My noise alerted two great big Doberman pinschers on the other side and they began barking and snarling.
I swear one began foaming at the mouth. One of them tried to stick its head through a large cut in the bottom of the fence, snapping at my foot.
I looked over my shoulder. The man and his gun were dashing this way.
I had a choice to make. The dogs or the man with the gun.
I was going with the dogs. I dropped down on my butt and pried the fence up as high as it would go.
“Nice, doggie,” I tried but quickly realized that wasn’t going to help me.
“Git!” I yelled and kicked at one of them. They moved back and I began shimmying myself under the fence.
The man behind me made a sound, kind of like a growl, and I tried to move faster.
But my shirt got caught on the fencing and one of the dogs bit at my shoe.
And then he was on me, grabbing me roughly and pulling me back into the alley.
I was still half lying on the ground when he leaned over me, snarling.
“You’ve been nothing but trouble, you know that?” he ground out and then he hit me in the head with his gun and everything went black.