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- brother on brother action
Of all the times people have gotten caught in the same situation as I was now in, I never thought it would happen to me. These were the types of situations that you saw on the news, the ones that you always thought of how it’d be if it happened to you but never really put too much into the thought, because it couldn’t happen to you. Those things always happened to other people.
And now it was happening to me.
My heart is racing. My breath is getting caught every time I hear a snap, praying to God that the woman who is screaming isn’t my love. We got separated when they came inside, the men with beanies over their faces. I remember watching them enter the building, dressed in black with beanies on their heads. At first, I just turned back to my girlfriend who was standing beside me as we waited in line. But then I couldn’t help but turn around and glance at the three men who scattered throughout the place.
I wrapped my arm around my girlfriend’s waist and pulled her close to me, whispering in her ear that I loved her. She looked up at me and smiled, returning my gesture with a quick kiss on the cheek.
“I love you too, sweetie.” She said and then turned her attention before us.
That’s when it happened. One of the men who had come to standing behind us pulled out a large shotgun and pointed it to the floor while another shouted. “Get on the floor! Everyone! NOW!”
My heart leapt into my throat and I immediately pulled Chelsea down with me, only to have the man behind us pull her up and wrap his arm around her neck from behind. I screamed, mixing my fear with hers. Tears sprang from her eyes as he dragged her a few feet away, pointing the barrel of the gun against her head.
“If everyone does what we say, no one gets hurt!” The man shouted.
I laid lifeless on the floor, my stomach against the cool tile, my eyes boring into my girlfriend’s. She was screaming but they were muffled as the man slapped his hand over he mouth.
“SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He ordered, causing Chelsea to grip his arm as her feet went out from underneath her.
“Please!” I shouted from my position on the floor. The man looked down at me, a glare in his eyes. “Please, take me instead!” I pleaded, tears springing from my eyes.
“Shut the fuck up!” Another man yelled, walking over to the man who held my love. He walked past him and me and headed over to the counter where he demanded money to be shoved into a duffle bag. “Hurry the fuck up!”
My heart was thumping, almost out of my chest. I swallowed hard, thoughts penetrating my mind as what to do next. My first thought was to jump up but when a man across the room did that, in attempt to run out of the building, that thought vanished, as did the man’s life. The man that held onto Chelsea turned and pulled the trigger, sending the bullet into the man’s back and thrusting him forward onto the floor, blood spurting everywhere.
Chelsea screamed again, this time, looking at me, her eyes pleading. I didn’t know what to do; I didn’t know what I could do. But I knew I had to do something. I couldn’t let this happen. This was the woman I loved. They were not going to take her away from me. Slowly, I pulled myself to my feet, holding my arms out. The man that held onto Chelsea just stared at me, his eyes wide.
“Get the fuck down!” The third man screamed from beside the door. “I’ll shoot your fucking head off!” He added, pointing his rifle towards me.
“Then do it!” I yelled back, defensively, standing still. “Just let her go, please!” I yelled, pointing to Chelsea.
“What makes you think we’re going to do what you want?” The man growled, who held onto Chelsea.
“Because we’re doing what you’ve asked.”
I looked at my girlfriend, her eyes pleading, tears streaming over her lids like a fountain. “Zac!” She screamed, pushing the man’s hand away from her. “Don’t do this, please, just lay back down.”
I shook my head. “Let her go.” I said, returning my attention to the man behind her.
“Listen to your girlfriend here.” He retorted with a laugh. “She’s right.”
“Let her go and take me instead.” I insisted, taking a small step towards Chelsea.
“Get the fuck down!” The man at the counter yelled, causing me to snap my head towards him. “NOW!” He ordered, holding his rifle out to me. I stood my ground, watching him walk towards me with a duffle bag of money slung over his shoulder, his shoes hitting the floor loudly from the weight he held.
My heart sped up, my mind racing. I held my hands up over my head, defeated. I glanced at everyone who was on the floor, women and children were crying, men where trying to hold onto their loved ones. Why did this have to happen this day? Why had I pushed my girlfriend to come along with me here? Why couldn’t I have just done it on my own? It was my fault that she was being held like this.
“Get on the floor.” The man ordered through gritted teeth. “Or I’ll show you exactly who’s boss.” I took a deep breath, standing my ground as I looked the man square in the eyes. They were pure black. I tried to search through them, remembering what my grandmother used to tell me, that the eyes were the windows to the soul.
Suddenly, I heard a snap, the snap that told you that a gun had went off. My eyes averted to Chelsea and saw her scream as the man behind her let her go. I narrowed my eyes, watching in slow motion as the three men fled the building, as Chelsea ran over to me. I didn’t feel her arms around me until she was over me, tears dripping off her chin.
“What happened?” I whispered, as she rested her hand on my cheek.
“You were shot.” She answered, crying as she leaned down and kissed my lips. “But it’s okay, the ambulance’ll be here soon.” She assured.
My brows creased, “I’m shot?” I asked, incredulously. I pushed her hands away, shaking my head, “No, I didn’t get shot.” I said, watching her expression change. I moved slightly, pushing my hand against the tile floor but feeling it hit warm liquid. I glanced down and saw a puddle of thick dark blood. I lifted my hand slowly, inspecting my hand.
“Lay down,” Chelsea said, as she laid me against her. “Everything will be fine.” She assured, though her tone showed otherwise.
I laid against her and looked up at her. “Chel” I choked out, as my breathing began to speed up as little shards of pain shot through my chest. “I’m sorry.” I said.
“No, no it’s not your fault.” She said, tears beginning to run down her cheeks again as she kissed my lips. “Just lay still and you’ll be fine.”
I sighed, trying to stifle an actual breath as fatigue took over my body. “It is…” I trailed, looking up at her. “I love you.” I said and closed my eyes as the sound of everything around me became still.