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Before I could smash his head, Shawn appears at my side.
"Mr Stockholm?" He tapped on his shoulder.
He was anxious and cursed him under his breath.
"What?"
"This is for you!"
Then Shawn smashed a bottle on his head.
He lost his balance and fell to the floor with a thud.
"What's wrong with you? What if he does?"
I was resisted and afraid to find his body on the floor, the blood was raging in me making me weak on my knees.
"Shhh. Nothing is going to occur. We just have to move fast!" He took my hand and clutched it too tightly around his arm.
"What if he dies?"
"What is the police charged us on his murder?"
"Are you listening to me or not?"
I was babbling too much to rectify what occurred. Everything around me started floating making me nervous and my heart was jumping in my chest making me weak all over again.
This is a do and dies situation.
Same people will run from here while hiding their heads in shame, some will disappear from the ugliness that is spread ahead of their eyes, some will kill themselves to save their name in the public, but when I speculate about all these things... I have nothing to shield myself for.
"Relax. He is not going to die. I can assure you that!"
The words which came out of his mouth were not enough to control my contemplation.
"And how you are so sure about that?"
He glanced at me, calculated something inside his tiny brain as he was studying me from vigilance, everything around him making me obnoxious right now with the peer silence he was creating.
"I have done that before!"
I am not going to move again! Not anymore, I need answers from him! When did he utter he has done that before what did he mean?
Is he a man from the mafia?
A killer by profession?
Has he killed anybody before?
And still, he has the guts to roam in his audacity around the globe. If what I am assuming about him is right then I must say, He is a pathetic bastard!
Even worse than Blake Jensen!
When he realises I am not moving as I am stoned on the floor, he glanced into my eyes for one more time and then everything went black.
I was hung somewhere, I couldn't see anything anymore, the only thing which was visible to my eyes was his butt!
And beyond that everything was blurred. There were noises around me, and people were screaming maybe in anger may be in pain. I felt my heart was bouncing in my chest.
Maybe he was striding down through stairs carrying me around his shoulder.
He has committed a crime and I was with him in this?
What about my mother? Who will look after her when I will be declared a classic killer?
My life is miserably horrible!
I was still not sensing anything straight. My heart was about to come into my throat and the pain I had in my head was going to blast at any moment.
I felt a thud under me and then it went black all again.
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"What do you think she will do now?"
"I have saved her from getting raped, that's what I know,"
"But I am anxious about the man.."
"There is nothing to be anxious about,"
Two dark figures were talking to each other while I was lying unconscious in the back seat of the car.
The dress I was wearing was underneath the long coat I was wearing.
Wait for a minute. From where do I get a coat for my body???
And who are these men?
One of them is Shawn but who is the other one?
Do they know where Mr Jensen is?
If they do know then I need to find it anyhow, the mess started with him therefore he needs to end it too!
"Do you think she is hearing us??"
Oh, I need to act as if I am still not in my senses and have lost my consciousness in every possible way.
The other man got up and started staring at me, but I was pretending to be a dead body with no brain and power, making him fall for the act.
"She is not in her senses anymore,"
The car was running on the road with all its speed making me shake a little more, the window was open too, and all the wind was directed into my face making me scramble with cold.
It must be nine or ten at the night. I need to be home right now and what I am doing is laying where I never wanted to be, pretending I am dead.
The car stopped with a halt and made me almost anxious again with the never-ending thoughts of why they are going to do now? Are they going to kill me here? Or are they going to call the police so that all the blame would lie on me?
Anything can occur, with power and money people can even change their life then why not what I am observing?
They went out, not the men. Shawn was hideous for me. Though he saved me he was the one who was there and in his presence, these obnoxious elements were occurring.
I hate to admit it but I have to show a little courage here, this is only money when I had a little bit of freedom of myself. They are outside now covering each other in their serene tone.
So that even the wind wouldn't understand what they are attempting to share.
I have to be very brave and run from here in less than five minutes I have to complete the whole process.
I will see the consequences later, but this is a time to stand tall and get safe
I peeked outside, they were still engrossed and far away from the car, I collected my stuff and slightly in a silent voice opened the car door. I hadn't had money with me so I took some dollars that were inside the box near the front seat.
I was anxious, I was worried but above all, I was lost. And I know if I didn't succeed now, I will get smashed later by everyone.
I was outside on the road again, then I ran towards the opposite side where they were.
The last time I glanced I saw Shawn was showing something to that man.
Who is that man?
I better run now, I will reckon about these aspects later.
I have my cellphone with me, so I booked a cab and within a minute the cab arrived at my location to pick up me.
Though I was on the journey to my home still my heart was not sane anymore, I was furious to be told and a little lost to say anything, even to observe everything.
But where the hell Mr Jensen is?
Is he alive or dead?
Who was the man?
Does Shawn know anything about it?
Did Shawn was the one who exploded the bomb in London.
And above all who was the man?