My desperation

*Emmy*

I looked around me as I walked down the street. I hadn’t been outside my apartment in over a month. I was starting to feel slightly insane and I needed to go out. Just for a short walk. After a month it should be okay. I was safe. Nothing would happen. I would take a stroll, or a frisk walk, around the block and then I would be back in my apartment again. Safe. Maybe I didn’t need to wait a month for my next walk. Maybe it would be enough within three weeks? I rounded the corner, only two more corners left, and then I would be on the home stretch. I ignored the storefronts as I speed walked down the sidewalk. Another rounded corner. Only one left.

“Emmy!” I froze. I knew I should speed up, but his voice made me freeze in my tracks. It had been a month. Why was he here? I turned around and looked at Paul.

“Stay away from me,” I said in a low voice.

“I have been worried about you, Emmy. I think you need to come with me to make sure you are safe,” Paul told me.

“No. I don’t want to!” My voice had got firmer and louder.

“Emmy,” he warned me.

“Stay away! I don’t want to go with you,” I told him again as I backed up. I didn’t trust him enough to turn my back to him. I heard someone laughing and saw a woman leaning against the wall of a building.

“Honey, I don’t think that will do. If it worked telling them you don’t want to come with them, the prisons would be empty,” she told me. Of course she took one look at Paul in his uniform and assumed he was there to arrest me.

“She is right, ma’am. I need you to come with me,” Paul said, adjusting his plan to fit into what the woman thought was happening.

“No! You aren’t here as a police officer, you are here as my ex,” I said. I doubted anyone would believe me, or care. At least I had said it, if someone ever bothered to ask.

“Ma’am, I need you to stop moving backwards or I will have to use force,” Paul told me. Finally my flight mode kicked in with full force. He was far enough from me to make me dare make a move. I turned around and started running. Only to run into a wall. A wall that moved slightly as I ran straight into it. I felt myself bouncing off it and a hand came out to steady me. All I saw was a broad chest covered in a fancy suit. I looked up and met ice-blue eyes. Cold, but with a small hint of surprise in them. I had run straight into a sexy stranger. My gaze moved down again to prepare to break free from this unknown man. That’s when I saw it. His suit jacked moved back a little, it let me see that he had a holster underneath his jacket, a holster holding a gun. Before I knew what was happening I had reached for it and all of a sudden, I was holding the gun. Pointing it at the stranger.

“Don’t come any closer or I will shoot him!” I called out. The handsome stranger slowly lifted his hands in the air.

“We will all listen to you, miss. No one has to get hurt,” he said in a dark, soothing voice.

“What the fuck are you doing, Emmy?! Have you completely lost your mind!” Paul shouted, making me jump. It earned him a glare from the man in front of me. What was I going to do now? I had a gun pointed at a stranger. Paul now had an actual excuse to arrest me.

“H-how did you get here?” I asked the stranger.

“In my car,” he told me with a calmness that indicated we were talking about the weather.

“Where is it?”

“There,” he told me, pointing at a car parked by the curb only feet away.

“Get in,” I told him. I didn’t manage to hide the slight quiver to my voice.

“I can’t. I don’t have the key, I’m sorry,” he said. Fundge, fundge, fundge! What was I supposed to do now?

“Where is the key?” I wanted to know.

“My employee has it,” the man said. Using one of his raised hands to point to the side. I looked in the direction and my heart stopped. There stood two huge men, both looking at me with suspicion and hostility. I gulped. I was so out of my depth.

“Give this man the key!” I demanded. “Or… or I will shoot him,” I added for good measure. I thought I saw a small nod from the man I was pointing my gun at, but I was distracted as one of the giants slowly raised a hand, used his thumb and pointy finger to take a hold of the lapel of his jacket and lift it outwards. He slowly reached up with his other hand and retrieved a car key from his inner pocket. He held it clearly visible in his hand. He knows what he is doing, I thought as he threw the key to the man I had under gun point. The man instantly used the fib to unlock the car. I indicated with the gun that he should move over towards it. It was a move I had seen in movies and it had seemed like a good move. But the gun was starting to feel heavy in my hands and I wondered how long I would manage to keep it pointed at the man. My next dilemma was how to get into the car without losing control over the man and the situation. I paused to think it over.

“May I suggest you get in the backseat behind the driver’s seat? That way we can do it at the same time and you can still point my gun at me,” the man whispered to me.

“Um. Sure. I mean, yes! Do it like that,” I told him. He smiled and walked up to the driver’s side door as I walked over to the back door on the same side. As if we had rehearsed it, we opened the doors as one and got in. When the doors closed and we were in the car, I felt a little better. I was still in a big pile of dodo, but I felt safer.

“What now?” he asked and watched me in the rearview mirror.

“Drive!”

“I got that much. But where?” he asked. Good questions. How the fuck should I know? It wasn’t like I had a plan. Where did you go when you had kidnapped a sex god?

“Just go straight forward for now,” I said to buy myself some time. The man started the car and pulled out from the curb.