6- hostage crisis

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When I woke up, I noticed that my hands were tied with a shoelace. And the asshole was standing right in front of me.

"Motherfucker." I stood up and tried to hit Tyler with my bound hands, but he effortlessly grabbed them and held them in place, clasping them between his own giant hands.

"What do you want from me?"

His face was blank as always, but I sensed a bit of regret buried deep inside. His eyes searched mine for a minute while still holding onto my hands. Despite myself, I was intimidated by him.

"Why did you attack me?"

"You saw me. And you had a gun on him."

"I wasn't going to shoot him."

"How was I supposed to know that?"

Tyler released my hands and stepped away from me, running a hand through his messy hair. "You have a real knack for getting yourself into bad situations, don't you."

"It's one of my many talents." I said. When he did nothing more than stare at me, I spoke again. "You could just let me go."

"So you can run to the cops? No thanks."

"I wouldn't tell."

"Uh huh. Sure."

"I wouldn't be able to tell them much, anyway. I don't even know where we are." I reminded him. "Thanks for the headache, by the way."

"Right back at ya." Tyler shot. I smiled once I saw his nose, which was cleaned up but still red. Then there was his lip, bruised and swollen from it's collision with my thick skull. Nobody would call me a damsel in distress, that was for damn sure.

Except for the man who currently held me hostage maybe.

Before I could mutter another snarky comment, I heard a bang from the stairwell outside of the apartment. We both turned our attention to the entryway, listening as the sound of heavy footsteps got closer to us before there was a loud pounding on the door.

"Open up, Tyler."

I looked over at him and finally saw some honest-to-goodness emotion in his expression: fear. Written all over it.

"Hide." He told me. I didn't hesitate. If the mystery man at the door scared someone like Tyler, then I sure as shit would be scared too.

I ran to the bedroom, not knowing where else to go. Hiding under the bed would be too obvious, as would the closet. I ran back out, looking for something else.

There. The dryer.

Even though I was tall, I was still flexible. It helped that the machine was like twice as big as normal ones, allowing me to squeeze my body inside even with my hands still restrained. Almost as soon as I was packed in, Tyler closed the door and walked back to the entryway, waiting for the intruders to storm in. 

"Where is she?" A man's voice demanded. I heard someone get shoved followed by a loud thud.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Tyler replied.

"We saw you leave with her, idiot. Where'd you take her?" A second unidentified voice spoke. It was in that moment that I remembered the car idling in front of the convenience store as we walked out, something I didn't have time to process while I was so focused on getting away.

"I dropped her off as soon as we pulled onto the highway." Tyler kept his voice even, seamlessly lying to the two intruding men.

"Oh really."

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