I was walking along the road in a forestry area, there weren’t many cars. Holding my dog’s leash, my dog trotted in front of me, a happy feeling in the air.
I do this walk every day, every lunchtime. Unless I’m in school, of course.
Speaking of school, it just ended for the week. Math ended with a bunch of tests, history, and science too, however, Language arts ended with the last page of Julius Caesar. Huh, I just realized that it’s March; “The ides of March“.
If only someone told me that that quote would be true.
Like I said in the beginning, I was walking my dog when the strangest thing happened; a car passed by.
This wasn’t just any normal car, there were bullet holes in the windows, blood splattered on the handle on the car, and the trunk of the car was broken off.
The car stopped on the side of the road, the side I was on.
“If we weren’t able to get that girl, maybe we can get this guy,” the driver said, stepping out of the car.
“Yeah, at least we’ll get one catch,” the passenger said, coming out with a bandaged hand.
I forced myself not to look back, but instead speed-walk forward. There was no one here but me, these two men, and my German shepherd.
“Hey, you!” one of the men’s voices called behind me. I stopped walking and turned around, tensing my muscles for running away.
“What?” I demanded.
“Come over here, we have candy,” the driver said, holding up a lollipop.
“Nah, I’m on a diet. Plus, I know not to trust strangers who offer candy, especially ones who just came out of a broken car with bullet holes in the windows, and the passenger whose hand is probably shot. I mean come on, you guys can try harder than that,” I said, then turned away.
I heard a flapping sound, like from a gun holder, then the sound of a gun loading and the safety turning off.
“I’m not going to ask again, brat,” the driver’s voice said. “You’re going to come with us, or suffer the consequences.”
Sweat trickled down my brow and back, these guys are trying to kidnnap me, I have no phone, my little sister was playing with it when I left. I’m a mile from my house, my dog and I could run home if needed.
Swallowing, I turned around. “W…why?” I stuttered.
“Really, you’re that stupid? We’re kidnappers you fool!” The passenger said, cocking his gun to one side.
They both have a gun, if I somehow managed to take one of them down like my favorite wrestling person, the other could shoot me dead in a second.
“That doesn’t answer my question,” I said, stalling for time.
“We don’t care about your stupid question, get in the car!” The driver yelled, aiming his gun more firmly towards my head.
I felt my dog’s leash tighten, my dog was standing far in front of me, only half the distance between us and the kidnappers, growling a warning in its voice.
“One last time, get in the car, or I shoot your buddy here,” the passenger said, pointing his gun at my dog.
Silently, I let go of my dog’s leash. It clattered to the ground, with a ring of hope.
Instantly my dog leaped at the driver, the passenger missed and shot where the dog was at a moment before. The driver managed to get a shot off at me before the dog pounced onto him.
The shot grazed my shoulder. A burning, throbbing pain came as soon as the bullet hit.
Crying out, I collapsed onto the ground, trying to cover my wound in an attempt to slow the tsunami of blood pouring out.
With my other arm, I raised my hand to the wound, then pinched my skin for a minute to numb the pain; it worked.
“Looks like watching wrestling shows actually helps; take that Mom,” I thought.
Meanwhile, the dog was fighting the driver. The passenger went over to help his buddy, however got a dog bite in the face when he got too close.
“Have mercy! Have mercy!” The driver shouted while the other man whimpered in pain.
“Here boy,” I managed to say.
Upon hearing my command, my dog came back over to me, and cuddled next to me. His face was bloody; yet there was no scratch on him.
The two kidnappers just laied on the ground and groaned.
Standing up, I walked over to them, “That’s why you don’t mess with The Dog and his owner, Jacob,” I said, then walked home, my hero dog at my side.
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