I couldn't believe what I was seeing; I could recognize that asshole anywhere. It was my kidnapper. He was staring straight at me and Jimmy, and he walked toward us. Jimmy had the most angry look I've ever seen on him.
"Oh, would you look at that. You've got your sexy bodyguard, huh?" The man asked. I gave him the stink eye.
"Yeah, that's me, asshole. And you know what? I'm not afraid to kill a piece of shit like you." Jimmy replied, angry as hell. The way he was protecting me made me feel so...safe.
Jimmy was arguing and arguing with the man, dropping the f bomb after every other word. I've never seen him curse this much.
Jimmy walked toward the man, and threw a punch at him. The man threw a punch at Jimmy back, drawing blood to his lip.
The man pulled something out of his pocket. A gun. He pointed it at Jimmy, and I stood in front of him.
"NO! NO! D-DON'T SHOOT HIM! PLEASE! SHOOT ME!!" I screamed at the man, and he gave me a smirk.
Then, the man fell on the ground. I raised an eyebrow, and looked behind me. About five police officers were aiming guns at the man.
One police officer put down his gun, and walked over to us. Before he could get to us, I dropped on my knees crying. I couldn't take this anymore. I was so sick of nearly being murdered.
"Please just let me go home!" I wailed to the officer. He looked down, and nodded.
"Okay, okay." The officer said. "Please call us whenever you're ready. Do you need an escort home?"
"No." I replied. When the officers left after a few minutes of silence, Jimmy and I walked back to the car. I was so ready to go home.
When we got home, me and Jimmy plopped down on the couch. I dug my head into his chest, and bawled. I was having constant flashbacks of what had happened these past few days.
"Shhhh." Jimmy said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. "You're safe now. Do you want me to stay here for a couple nights so you feel more comfortable?" Jimmy asked.
I nodded, and lifted my head up. "Thanks." I kissed him on the cheek, and tried to smile.
"Hey, you know, I could make pie." Jimmy said with a laugh. I laughed too, and nodded. "Sure."
Jimmy hopped up, and went into the kitchen. I turned on the TV, and then I thought about how much me and Jimmy have been through has made our bond stronger. Not that I'm glad this happened, but it has made us closer.
"Almost done!" Jimmy yelled after about a half an hour of being in the kitchen.
About five minutes later, Jimmy came out with a pie that I believed was key lime with whipped cream on top. Jimmy sat down, put some whipped cream on his finger, and put some on my nose. I chuckled, "Game on, brotha." I put whipped cream on my index finger, and put some on his lips.
"Oops, sorry. Let me just get that." I kissed him on the lips. Jimmy smirked.
"Looks like this pie wasn't for eating." Jimmy put whipped cream on my lips, a lot of whipped cream, and kissed me.
"I put more whipped cream on. HAHAHA I WIN!" Jimmy said, smiling from ear to ear.
Suddenly, I felt like everything went back to normal.