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hair in his left, he yanked me into him at full force placing his mouth to my ear, and whispered, “Let’s just see how much of a good girl you really are.”

     

Chapter 28
    That was my opportunity. Every girl dreads encounters like this, they haunt our nightmares after fears are placed inside our heads by our overprotective parents. And just like every girl is afraid of a situation like this, we are also trained…well. Shifting my weight back, leading him to believe I was enthusiastic for the moment, I reared up and rammed my knee into his groin with a force that could have wedged my thigh into the wall behind him. He immediately let go of me to grab this sensitive area and fell to the floor of the storage closet. As soon as he hit the floor I screamed, “Blaine!”
    Untangling the escapee from my legs, I leaped out the opening of the door. After about five running strides toward Blaine, something snagged my hair. The force sent my legs upward and I fell hard on my ass. Rocky was pulling me across the carpeted cement floor by a fist full of hair. Kicking and punching at his hand, I managed to get to my feet. Blaine was running toward us, Jared a few feet behind him. He pulled the gun from his waistband as Rocky wrapped his arm around my neck from behind. He was fumbling with something else I couldn’t see, while using me as a human shield.
    “Let her go!” Blaine shouted. His hand was surprisingly steady with the weapon.
    Still busy with something behind me, Rocky replied, “No, fancy pants. I’m not done with these pretty lips yet.”
    “I mean it. I will shoot you if you don’t let her go now!”
    And then I heard it, what he was messing with out of my line of sight. There was a loud click and then the end of a shotgun barrel out of the corner of my eye. He was pointing it right at Blaine.
    “BLAINE, don’t!” I screamed. I was terrified now, for myself, for Blaine. I don’t know what I would do if anything happened to him.
    Rocky began to laugh maniacally. “Ho, ho! Fancy pants has a fancy name too! Blaine. Ha!”
    Just then, I could see Jared coming up from our left side. Rocky saw him too and aimed the shotgun in his direction. At that moment I slammed my eyes shut and used all the force I could to drop my weight on his right side and fell to his feet.
    BANG ! BANG !
    I had once heard a car backfire in our neighborhood last year and, although it was loud enough to wake the next county, this was louder. Crawling away from Rocky, I couldn’t will my eyes to open. Two gunshots and one of them from the shotgun. When I finally opened my eyes, I saw Blaine a few yards away from me. He wasn’t shot and neither was Jared. Relief washed over me, I turned to look at the escapee. His body lay limp on the floor, blood pooling around his head. He had a bullet hole to his right temple. Blaine had killed him in one shot.
    Blaine stood off in the distance, motionless, a look of horror on his face. It was evident that he was distraught. His hands were shaky, he had beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and he didn’t speak. Jared let out a cheer of accomplishment for Blaine and headed back toward the camping gear department while shouting over his shoulder, “Nice job, buddy! Now let’s grab what we can before we find out he had a friend with him.”
    Blaine didn’t acknowledge the comment. He stayed standing there, unblinking, staring at the lifeless lump of orange on the floor. He had lowered the handgun to his side, but moved nothing else. I couldn’t remember a time that I had seen him like that. Vulnerable, terrified, and human. I walked up to his side carefully placing my hand on his free arm. “Blaine?” I whispered. He finally took his eyes off of the body to meet my gaze. I carefully took my other hand and placed it on his other arm. His breathing began to quicken as I slid my hand down his arm to the wrist of the hand holding the gun. I gently pried his fingers from around the hilt to loosen his

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