I slowly scrunched my eyes open to see if I was seeing right. I looked up, and Hayes was in a chair, passed out, in handcuffs. I began to hyperventilate.

Nate wasn't in the room. I was laying on the bed, but was in shock so I could barley move. I was starting into space until I began to see live images move, which was Hayes easing out of the ropes. I still couldn't move. I just stood there and watched him like an idiot. He grabbed the home phone off of the top shelf. When he heard footsteps coming from outside of the door, he quickly got back into the postition, making it look like his hands were tide and hid the phone between his legs.

"Oh wonderful, you two are awake." He grinned. I looked away in disgust. Why? "You see, heres how it is going to work. Either you' pointing the gun towards Hayes' watches her' pointing the gun towards me'die, or she watches you die." Its simple. Then when one of you die the other dies as well. So who's first?" he chuckled.

"Douchebag." I mumbled. He looked at me and came closer. "What was that?" He looked at me. I tried to keep his attention on me, so Hayes could use the phone. "Nothing." I mumbled.

"Nothing?" he began to yell and say other stuff, but I could not hear it over the ringing and pounding in my ears. I saw as Hayes dialed 911 and laid the phone on the ground so the person could hear what was going on.

Within what seemed like hours, the police swarmed the neighborhood with cars, waiting for him to let us out.

I could not feel my legs, and I was in trama. Nate stood there and acted like nothing was going on. He turned and looked out of the window. "Beautiful view." He said breaking the silence. Nate then walked to me and kissed my forehead. I tried to pull away but he pushed closer. He then had tears stroll down his face. "Im so sorry."

The cops then heard a gunshot go off soon after.