warning: mature language, spoilers!!!

spoilers!!!

s-p-o-i-l-e-r-s !!!!

Your POV
"what?" i ask, when even though i already knew what she said.

"i said..." she starts, getting close to me so much that i can notice her aging wrinkles on her face along with baggy eyes. "...cash? or card?"

her bulging eyes never gazed away from mine. i don't answer, looking forward. never felt so panicked inside because i knew i was fucked from the moment i met this lady.

"well?" she says, still at a very uncomfortable distance.

"get the fuck away from me-"

her fingers harshly grasped my dirty arms tugging against the counter so i was locked and couldn't escape. screaming, "get your fucking hands off of me" were all ignored as she was in the process of creating a choke-hold on me, the man across the counter watched in fear.

i was scared too, but yet again, i'm not a little bitch. "i said get your-"

"call the police," she demands the cashier, but his frightful eyes were dodged into mine, not even aware of a single thing.

then his eyes met something behind me, then the door chimed, and i felt my palms go cold.

she swiveled me to face the man who walked inside, and i meet his courageous eyes, the eyes that are now taunting the older woman behind me, and i felt the atmosphere shake from it. "let go of her, or i'll blow your fucking head off!" ethan yells in a tone that drove me mad. the grasp around my neck tightened.

i looked at ethan who was holding my father's jacket to cover his right arm, i get confused, not sure what the hell is going on in his corrupted mind of his.

"i have a gun!" he taunts proudly, aiming his right arm towards us, but was still covered by my jacket.

"it's just your hand under that, you don't have a gun," she speaks proudly, the wrap around my neck began having its affects on me, my face went red and i was losing all the air i needed. "i know guns, my husband owns a few."

"you have a husba-?" i shriek, the painful tug she does forces me backwards, i felt my hands loosen around her arm, i felt weak in her strong hold.

"what kind?" she shouts ringing my heated ears. i shriek again, hope fell to its minimum when already knowing there's nothing under that jacket other than his fucked up hand.

he hesitates, my eyes catching his dilating pupils. he doesn't have a gun under him, i repeat. he never broke a sweat in front of me, it only got me dazed. "...it's a glock 17mb, ambidextrous magazine catch, recoil-operated 19 rounds," he spoke firmly, just as firm as his body.

my grin pressed on to my face, i never felt so alive around him as much as this. sudden confidence builds up in me. ethan's view is quiet an eye catcher, his veins popping on the side of his tan arm and neck, his gaze so intimidating and dark, and his lips a chapped yet red tint, and his hair in a messy quiff since he removed his beanie probably before this. his beach shirt fell loosely around his muscular form, i had to take a moment to admire the way he looked. he's so jaw-dropping. and the smirk he just exchanged to me, it could easily halt the feeling of my knees, it could stop my heart from beating for a second.

"frodo! call the police," she demands next to me, her usual tug forcing oxygen out of my weakened system. she pulls me backwards, my back not loving the bent position i was in. i shriek in pain again, which caused a reaction on ethan, his tight body moving towards.

"frodo! call the police you fucking moron!" she says since she lost grasp of me, i was pulled into ethan's arms before we both dominated her in strength, forcing our weight on her.

with the bathroom door open, we used all of our energy to shove her inside the tight room, her loud curses now muffled when the door shuts, the key locking her in.

she bangs on the door, but that was distant noise now in my ears.

i caught ethan, my thanks exchanged through glances, the edge his lips tug upward. the darkness in his eyes faded into a light hazel, and the stressed face went warm. i also loved him this way too.

i latch my hands with his before leaving until we hear, "i hate my life a lot," behind us.

we turn around to meet this man named frodo. "my life sucks," he says, which was barely audible in my ears since i was so distracted my ethans protective grip on mine. i almost forgot he could be someone that i shouldn't trust, but his hand felt good with mine, even though it held a weapon that was used for murder...to save me. i felt a shiver down my spine when he squeezed his grip on mine for a second.

"well, do something about it."

if, by any chance, i reach 200 friends (followers i guess) i might as well publish a fanfic i've been so iffy on:)