Sixty seconds later. We were already dressed. And was now sitting patiently hoping for the entrance to just open on its own. As we had already given hope of finding an exit entrance on the inside.
We heard a loud moving sound but wasn't sure where it was coming from.
At first, we thought the place to be collapsing, so when the same sound came again louder, Steven and I jumped and hurried as the big heavy rock lifted slowly, moving itself from the entrance.
It was as if something was moving it slowly from the outside, last I heard it has a button you'd press only on the outside "Who could that be?" we'd asked but it doesn't matter. The only thing that mattered was leaving this place!. We exhaled happily together and held our hands as we waited patiently for the rock to open so we'd leave this horrid place. In my heart, I was overfilled with joy and could smell home from where we stood.
The smile of happiness slowly faded from my face as a very unpleasant familiar face walked in, followed by a guy in a hoodie. In that moment the feeling of going home was replaced with fear. Deep down I know that these people were not here to rescue us either, they are here to finish what they started.
I got scared and bit my lips impatiently to stop myself from trembling while Steven's hold tightened. He noticed my fears."Hey, we'll be alright" He said assuringly. Before walking forward to those guys.
"Hey, man". Steven said casually to them and made out his hand for a handshake."We are lost and... a blow landed on his cheek before he could finish his words.
"Steve!" I cried out and rushed to help him up.
"What the f.u.c.k?" Steven said, looking at them confused and angry. "Whoa! Easy man" Steven said as one of the guys pulled out a penknife.
Suddenly another figure walked in, making them three in number. He possesses this physique that I never forget even when I'm sleeping. "Cuba?" I mumbled softly.
I wasn't surprised but I never thought it'd reach this point, a point where he'd kidnap me. We might have had our issues. But why Steven? He has nothing to do with him and I issues. I wondered and moved past the surprised Steven who still could not believe his eyes. Us being surrounded by the people he thought would be rescuing us instead they seemed suspiciously harmful.
"Why Steven?" I said, trying all my might to hold me from looking weak. While deep down, I was scared, and my c.h.e.s.t hurts, to the point that it felt like exploding.
He grunts and then itched his beards as he continues to look at me, weird!.
"Why Steven?" His voice came finally after some moments of silence. "Because you involved him". He said and grabbed me by the waist. Pushing me to his hard body roughly as he held my hands back. "It shouldn't have been like this, you know right?". He whispered, blowing air to my ears with his lips.
"Dude! Get your filthy hands off my girl". Steven roared and rushed to Cuba but he was blocked by one of the guys who pushed him away, sending him flying.
"Make no mistake". The guy warned, his voice croaked and husked.
I gulped and bit his hand fiercely, I tasted blood as I spit out. He jerked as I kicked his feet. "Bitch!" He yelled and slapped my face with force, breaking my lips.
Steven punched the guy that was blocking him and rushed to Cuba angrily. He pushed him to the ground and punched him so bad that his nose broke and started bleeding before he was pushed off by one of the guys who had regained his balance. The other guy fired in the air and then pointed the pistol to the back of Steven's head.
I was too shocked to move but when that gun was fired, it was as if I stopped breathing. Steven raised his hand above his head in surrender and was pushed on his knees.
While Cuba collected the pistol and pointed it to Steven's head. I gasped. My numbed leg had suddenly become free and my heavy c.h.e.s.t tightened as I rushed and hugged Steven from the front shielding him with my body from the pistol that was pointed to his head.
"Aww such a nice couple". He said and then flipped the pistol. "So sad, It has to end like this". My heart stopped the moment I heard him click the pistol. While the other guy tried to pull me away from Steven.
"Stop!". A female voice yelled from behind. Her voice sounded familiar, there was something about the voice that got me attached, something awfully familiar.
My suspicion grows when I turn and find the bearer of the voice to be wearing a mask. While her hair was swiftly tucked under a hat.
"I didn't hire you to molest her". she said and walked to me, stretching her hand out.
"Are you alright?" She asked. Am I alright? That angered me. And tore through me the more I tried to put together the voice that sounded like someone really close to me.
I slapped her hand and helped Steven back to his feet as I bit my lips angrily. "Am I alright?". I huffed. "Shove your pitiful look down your ass!". I yelled and rushed to her.
But I was halted by the guy in the hoodie. "If you are so mighty, why don't you pull off from your mask".
She turned quickly and itched her shoulder, that movement! Was no coincidence. I knew someone whose habit was that. "Clara?". I said and felt tears.