Page 60 of Bound by Wreckage
This may be the way I can really get away. I can only hope there aren’t a lot of security cameras. The hat only does so much.
Slipping in the bathroom and entering the stall, I lock the door and pull out the ticket to see I havethirty-two minutes before boarding. That’s not bad timing. After using the facilities and grabbing my bags, I open the door and stop dead.
Big Jim stands in the doorway while Cary D, another one of Buck’s friends, holds a woman with his hand over her mouth and a gun to her head. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“Slide it over, Carsyn,” Big Jim demands.
“What?”
“Don’t play stupid withme.” Big Jim starts to move forward, and I reach behind me and pull out the gun holding it steady. “Oh, look at you. Got you a gun, huh? You know that’s not gonna stop us.”
“Don’t move or I shoot.”
“Give me the gun or that bitch there is dead.” The brunette woman has tears rolling down her face. She’s carrying a small pink backpack and her eyes are frantic. She has a kid. Fuck.
“Carsyn, this is how it’s going to go. You give me the gun and come with me. Once we’re in the car, Cary D will let the bitch go.”
“Please…” the woman begs, and my heart breaks for her. If I shot the cops would come, and while that’s not the best idea it is something. But the chances of me taking out both Big Jim and Cary D aren’t very good. One gun on me, one gun on the woman, andonly one in my hand.
The odds aren't look good.
“Decide,” Cary D growls then fires a shot at the woman’s foot hitting her. Her screams are covered by the hand over her mouth and the sound muffled from a silencer. Shit.
I need to get out of here and away from the woman. If I’m by a bunch of people, I can fight Big Jim. Nerves bounce around me. I have to do this. There is noone here who is going to help me. But I need to know something.
“Is Buck with you?”
Big Jim smiles, but it’s not a nice one. It’s the one that makes me want to run screaming for the hills. Shit.
“Of course, he is. He’s in the van.”
My heart thumps wildly as I try to come up with a way out of this. I’m the only one who’s going to help me, and I’m not going back withthem. Not getting in that van.
Guilt for the mother next to me slams into me hard. I can’t let her die. I can’t let her leave her kid, especially when I have nothing to live for. She cries hysterically breaking my heart. Fuck.
Alright, Carsyn. Get Big Jim out of here, then fight. As long as there are people around and I cause a commotion it’ll work.
Gunny showed me moves thatcould take him down. I can do it.
Steadying my resolve, I lower the gun and set it on the floor.
“You are one stupid bitch,” Big Jim says, charging forward and slamming his fist in my jaw. “Night, night.”
Something sharp injects into my arm and everything around me gets fuzzy. I hear the sound of shots, but I’m lifted and can’t move. It’s like my limbs are heavy weights. Inside,I’m screaming at the people around us, but nothing comes out of my mouth. Fear encases me in its web, strangling me. I want to fight, but nothing works.
I’m trying to pick up my arms to punch, but can’t.
No! This is not supposed to be happening. What are they going to do to me? God, there are so many things. This can’t happen. Tears well in my eyes and everything becomes blurry.
One thing is true. I’m a stupid bitch.
