Part 3 of Kidnapped in NY guysss!
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{Colby's POV}
I looked over at my girlfriend, who was shaking and scared. Her lip quivered and her hands gripped onto the headboard they were tied to.
The man chuckled and walked over to her. He climbed on top of her, pinning her down with his legs. She squirmed around, turning her face away from him, only for it to be forced back towards him.
"Colby..." she shrieked, afraid of what might happen next.
He began pulling her top off, stretching it out and even ripping it.
"Stop! Get the fuck off! Stop!" She screamed, making him place his disgusting hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
All he did was laugh maniacally, loving every second of it.
I could feel the sweat dripping down my forehead. One move, and I'd have a bullet through my chest. It took everything inside me to stay on the floor without attacking him. I watched as he ran his hand over her chest, causing her to squirm under him.
"Don't touch me! Stop, please! Let me go!" She continued to scream under his hand, kicking her legs in hope to escape.
"OW, FUCK! DON'T BITE ME YOU DUMB BITCH!" He yelled, slapping her in the face.
I stood up. I could feel the adrenaline building up inside my veins. I grabbed the chair closest to me and before I could even throw it, he pulled the trigger, taking me to the ground again.
She screamed louder than I did, fearing the worst.
The pain was surreal. It was almost too painful to feel. I covered the wound with my hand, cupping my hand over my shoulder. I groaned, looking up at the man who now had a gun held up to my girlfriend's head.
I could see her shaking, breathing unevenly, and crying.
"It's okay. I'll get you out of here, I promise, baby." I managed to say, my voice trembling, hoping I could keep my promise.
"Since you don't seem to care about your own life, let's see if you care about her's. Try me again and your girlfriend's brains will decorate my walls." He laughed, smacking the side of her head with the gun and keeping it pressed there.
The man continued to grope and feel her. I was steaming. I had never been so angry in my entire life. Mostly, I hated myself for not being able to do anything, except sit there and watch. I sat there and watched in agony. I watched as he took his free hand and rubbed her thigh, slowly going more and more inward.
Behind me, I could feel a slight kick. Sam was trying to get my attention. I slightly turned, trying not to be noticed, and looked at Sam. His eyes kept moving to the floor on his right side, almost as if he was pointing to something. Pointing with his eyes, that is.
I looked in the directions his eyes were leading me to, noticing a gun. Under the closet door, I could see a gun peeking out. A gun peeking out, supposedly hidden from our reach. I looked back up at Sam, hopeful that this could be our salvation. I looked at the front door, and noticed there was no shadow under the door. The second man was no longer standing outside.
Sam looked at me and nodded slowly. I turned back around, only to see that the man was on top of her, kissing all over her neck.
As much as she shook in fear, she tried to stay still, knowing that if she tried to defend herself, she would be killed.
I wanted to look away, but I couldn't. These images would forever haunt and torment my mind. Unfortunately, I knew I would never forget this night.
I let go of my shoulder and looked at my hand, starting to feel a bit dizzy from all the blood I was losing. I groaned, wiping the blood off my hand onto the carpeted floor.
Suddenly, I felt some shifting behind me and turned to see Sam kicking the gun towards me. Quickly, I held it behind me, making sure the man didn't notice. I looked at him and slowly began to cock the gun to load it. I hoped and prayed that the clicking noise wouldn't be too loud.
But I was wrong.
He froze. He stopped what he was doing and turned, faster than hell. He didn't take the gun away from her head, knowing she was my weakness.
I stayed on the floor and held the gun up in front of me, pointed straight at him.
"You won't. You don't have the balls to shoot." He snarled.
I glared at him, gritting my teeth.
"You're nothing but a child. A stupid, impressionable, useless child. A waste of air. You can't even protect your girlfriend, you worthless piece of-"
Without even thinking about it, I had already pulled the trigger.
I could hear her screaming, unaware of who shot who this time.
The man was clearly caught off guard, stumbling backwards and leaning on the wall. He looked down at his thigh, which now had a bullet lodged inside of it.
"Now we're even." I quickly stood up, cocking the gun again, placing my finger, and pulling the trigger.
But it was too late.
He held the gun forward and pulled the trigger as well.
There were two gunshots. Mine, and his.
Following the loud bangs, came a loud thud. It sounded like a body hitting the ground.
My ears rang at how loud it was. It echoed throughout the building. I couldn't believe the fact that no one was trying to help. No one was doing anything about this. No police sirens.
Nothing at all.
I kept my eyes shut tightly, afraid of what I might see if I opened them. The room went completely silent. If this man wasn't dead, he was definitely going to kill me now.
All I knew was that someone was dead, and it wasn't me.
My arm trembled, pointing the gun in the same direction it had shot in.
Suddenly, I head screaming and crying. It was her. She was alive. Every single one of my senses had woken up again, allowing me to come back to reality.
I opened my eyes, seeing the man on top of her.
Lifeless.
I dropped the gun, running over to her.
He was definitely dead. I pulled him off her, revealing a pool of blood on her body, which leaked from his head. I untied her, biting and pulling to rip through the rope. I could see the terrible rope burns, cutting through her skin.
As soon as I got her out, I pulled her into my arms. She cried into my chest and hung onto my neck like she hadn't seen me in years.
"You're okay, you're okay now." I rubbed her back, squeezing her tight.
"S-S-S-Sam! Sam!" She pointed behind me, wide-eyed and shaken.
I quickly turned and saw him laying face down on the floor. We ran over to him, turning him on his side.
"Sam!" I gasped.
He groaned, holding onto his side.
"Fuck, thank God." I softened up, taking a look as his wound. He was shot in the hip. That's where the man's bullet ended up.
I helped him up. "We have to get you an ambulance right now, come on." I grabbed my wallet from the bed and stuffed it in my pocket.
He swung one arm over my shoulder, causing me to wince in pain. He swung the other arm over her, and the three of us hobbled out of that hotel room.
Soon enough, it was 3am. We spent the rest of the night at the hospital getting taken care of and operated on. After the NYPD officials asked us an abundant amount of questions, we were free to go to our own hotels.
At about 7am, Sam and Kat were reunited, as well as me and my princess.
Nothing in the world could compare to how I felt in this moment. I had never valued my life this much before.
Now, all that was left to do was wait until time healed us.
Wait until things would slowly start to go back to normal.
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