Interrupted

I came out of the bathroom in a baggy blue top and some loose jogging bottoms. I rubbed my long black hair vigorously with a white towel and then walked downstairs. I placed the towel on the kitchen table. I peered around the kitchen but nobody was there.

"Aidan?"

"In here," a voice said, coming from behind some double doors. I pushed them open gently and scanned the room. Aidan was sitting on the sofa, he patted the space next to him. I walked over to him and sat down. "Okay. Now, there's some things I need to tell you about this whole thing and I-" The front door burst open.

"Freeze! Nobody move an inch," a low but loud voice boomed through the house. My heart thumped in my chest like a tennis ball being thrown up against a wall repeatedly. I held my breath and stared with terrified eyes at Aidan. "You talk, you die," the voice continued. "And don't think I'm joking," he cackled. "Ready or not, here I...." the living room doors edged open a tiny bit. "COME! Here you are." A figure emerged into our vision: A big, broad man with a shaved head and large green tattoos all over his body, holding a handgun. Aidan looked down and shook his head. "And what have we here? A young girl? Aidy, Aidy, Aidy. You're a good little sport, aren't you?"

"You know who she is," he said between clenched teeth. The man gasped.

"Not Alyssa? Oh, you deserve a medal," he laughed, revealing shining white teeth.

"What? Aidan, what's happening?"

"Hmm. I don't recall you being allowed to speak, Alyssa." My eyes widened and I inched backwards. "Ahaahaa, that's what I thought. You crumble underneath me, just like little Aidan did here."

"He's lying," Aidan murmured. "Don't listen to him."

"But who would you trust? The man with a shotgun, or the boy with his head down?" I gulped and looked at Aidan with longing eyes. "Actually," he said, looking upwards. "Don't answer that." A smirk was painted on his face as he came towards us. "Boys!" He shouted, and two men who looked exactly the same as him, just a couple of centimetres shorter, walked in. "Grab them and put them in the van. The back," he laughed.

"Sir, yes sir!" They saluted him, holding their laughter in.

"But children, all laughter aside, this really is a serious situation," the big man said as the other two grabbed mine and Aidan's arms. "Aidan, I don't suppose you've told Alyssa?"

"Told me what?" I asked, my eyes narrowing.

"Well, Barry, I was just about to until this whole charade of yours came parading into my house," Aidan shot him a dirty look as we was carried outside.

"Ahhhh. Well maybe I should explain?" Aidan's eyes widened and his body suddenly tensed and went straight.

"No," he said firmly. "I'll tell her in the van."

"Fair do's," Barry said, shrugging and climbing into the front of the vehicle. The men threw us in the back. The only thing was in there was a couple of stacks of hay, so I took one and sat on it. I leaned my head back against the side and looked up, shutting my eyes.

"Now," I said, "What's all this about?"

The End

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