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Authors: Cat Gilbert
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I headed out of the bathroom, stopped at the counter and ordered another coffee. Settling back into my seat, I arranged my news paper, took a big sip of latte and waited for the show to begin.
I didn’t have to wait for long. I glanced up to see Jonas turn into the parking lot and glide slowly into a space a few cars down from the shop. I could easily see him through the front window as he did a quick check in the rear view mirror and then gave me a nod from his seat behind the wheel. He’d seen him.
Watching him unbuckle his seatbelt, I suddenly had chills run down my spine. Something was going on. I quickly looked around the shop to see if anyone was moving in a threatening manner, someone who might be hooked up with Denzel. Nothing was out of place, no one stood out. As I watched Jonas reach for his door though, my heart started to pound and I felt the adrenaline begin to surge through me. Something was wrong. Something was WAY wrong. I leapt to my feet, ran toward the door and watched in horror as Denzel’s car door opened and I saw the gun.
“Get down!” I shouted the warning, not knowing if Jonas could hear me through the glass, but it didn’t matter. He could see me and my panic, and he was ducking down even as he turned to see where the danger lay. I flung the door open and saw the gun level at Jonas. He was moving fast to shelter, but I knew it would be too late. Denzel had a clear shot.
“No!” I screamed, as I surged toward the car and the gun, my hands outstretched, not thinking of anything but stopping Denzel from killing Jonas. I’d barely taken two steps out of the shop when suddenly, the car door flew inward, knocking the gun upward just as the shot rang out, crushing Denzel between the seat and door frame. I barely had registered the sound of glass shattering behind me when Jonas hit me, taking me down in flying tackle that knocked the breath right out of me. We hit hard, my head bouncing off the walkway and I laid there stunned, unable to breathe, trapped under his weight. I heard the squeal of tires through my gasps for air and had to assume it was Denzel making a break for it, as I couldn’t see through Jonas’ chest.
At that point, I really didn’t care, as long as he was gone. I was too busy trying to get some air moving through my lungs. Jonas was apparently in better shape than I was, because suddenly he was up and running. With his weight suddenly gone, air blissfully surged into me, and I rolled over to see him racing past the parked cars, gun drawn, in pursuit. He never stood a chance. Human versus car, the human loses every time, no matter the contest. The truth of that statement, didn’t make it any easier to accept and I watched in frustration as Denzel careened onto the street and within seconds disappeared from sight.
Jonas gave me a hard stare as he ran back to his car and reached through the window for the radio. I really couldn’t blame him. At best, this had been a complete mess. One that could have easily ended in disaster. I slowly got to my feet, brushing the parking lot dirt off my hands and clothes. Looking around me, I realized how lucky we’d been. The store window behind me had a bullet hole near the top. The glass was cracked and shattered, but thankfully, was still in place.
I was scraped and dirty. My head hurt and was bleeding from the contact with the concrete and my clothes were a bit torn up, but that was to be expected when you got thrown around by a guy the size of Jonas, I guess. All in all, not too bad, all things considered. I could already hear the sirens, as cars were dispatched in pursuit of Denzel, others screaming toward us in response to the distress call. My eyes finally came to rest on Jonas, who was standing at his car, hands resting on the hood, watching me, clearly unhappy.
Surprised, I found myself shaking a little. The thought that I had nearly gotten Jonas killed had my throat
I headed out of the bathroom, stopped at the counter and ordered another coffee. Settling back into my seat, I arranged my news paper, took a big sip of latte and waited for the show to begin.
I didn’t have to wait for long. I glanced up to see Jonas turn into the parking lot and glide slowly into a space a few cars down from the shop. I could easily see him through the front window as he did a quick check in the rear view mirror and then gave me a nod from his seat behind the wheel. He’d seen him.
Watching him unbuckle his seatbelt, I suddenly had chills run down my spine. Something was going on. I quickly looked around the shop to see if anyone was moving in a threatening manner, someone who might be hooked up with Denzel. Nothing was out of place, no one stood out. As I watched Jonas reach for his door though, my heart started to pound and I felt the adrenaline begin to surge through me. Something was wrong. Something was WAY wrong. I leapt to my feet, ran toward the door and watched in horror as Denzel’s car door opened and I saw the gun.
“Get down!” I shouted the warning, not knowing if Jonas could hear me through the glass, but it didn’t matter. He could see me and my panic, and he was ducking down even as he turned to see where the danger lay. I flung the door open and saw the gun level at Jonas. He was moving fast to shelter, but I knew it would be too late. Denzel had a clear shot.
“No!” I screamed, as I surged toward the car and the gun, my hands outstretched, not thinking of anything but stopping Denzel from killing Jonas. I’d barely taken two steps out of the shop when suddenly, the car door flew inward, knocking the gun upward just as the shot rang out, crushing Denzel between the seat and door frame. I barely had registered the sound of glass shattering behind me when Jonas hit me, taking me down in flying tackle that knocked the breath right out of me. We hit hard, my head bouncing off the walkway and I laid there stunned, unable to breathe, trapped under his weight. I heard the squeal of tires through my gasps for air and had to assume it was Denzel making a break for it, as I couldn’t see through Jonas’ chest.
At that point, I really didn’t care, as long as he was gone. I was too busy trying to get some air moving through my lungs. Jonas was apparently in better shape than I was, because suddenly he was up and running. With his weight suddenly gone, air blissfully surged into me, and I rolled over to see him racing past the parked cars, gun drawn, in pursuit. He never stood a chance. Human versus car, the human loses every time, no matter the contest. The truth of that statement, didn’t make it any easier to accept and I watched in frustration as Denzel careened onto the street and within seconds disappeared from sight.
Jonas gave me a hard stare as he ran back to his car and reached through the window for the radio. I really couldn’t blame him. At best, this had been a complete mess. One that could have easily ended in disaster. I slowly got to my feet, brushing the parking lot dirt off my hands and clothes. Looking around me, I realized how lucky we’d been. The store window behind me had a bullet hole near the top. The glass was cracked and shattered, but thankfully, was still in place.
I was scraped and dirty. My head hurt and was bleeding from the contact with the concrete and my clothes were a bit torn up, but that was to be expected when you got thrown around by a guy the size of Jonas, I guess. All in all, not too bad, all things considered. I could already hear the sirens, as cars were dispatched in pursuit of Denzel, others screaming toward us in response to the distress call. My eyes finally came to rest on Jonas, who was standing at his car, hands resting on the hood, watching me, clearly unhappy.
Surprised, I found myself shaking a little. The thought that I had nearly gotten Jonas killed had my throat
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