The story(continued)*add on dammit*

I walk in.I notice that my clothes are soaked through and I try to ring out my shirt as it pulls against my chest.I take off my shoes. The laces are worn thin. I have had quite a day.
My feet leave dirty prints across the spotless floor, but amongst the rain and mud from my walk lie the feintest tinge of a dull, lifeless red.
I empty my pockets out.a pocketknife,a large sum of money wrapped up in a plastic bag. My broken sunglasses.*fuck* I mutter.This is a more expensive pair this time so the anger is rising.
The phone rings breaking the stillness of the room.

I pace back and forth as I watch with dread to see if the phone stops ringing.

No..He wants results

. My fingers slowly curl around the reciever, I breath deeply and lift it to my ear in silence.

A rasping voice asked, "Is it Safe?"

I stood rigid and silent, like a deer searching the woods for a cougar.

"Is it safe," repeated the voice that sounded as if it had gargled glass to start its day.

Yes" I replied to this voice. It is as safe as it’s going to be. I hear the door knob turn.The sound snapping my head around towards door, as if a right hook had just landed. My mind raced as I grappled with the fact that they were already here.

I knew without a moments hesitation this could be my very last phone call.I put the receiver down. And he walks in. I try hard to not make a sound.Unsure of what side he is on. He walks by me.Two more dark figures glide into the room, looking just as polished and clean as he had looked beaten. It was obvious who they were, even though I we had never met. Each snarled as I looked their way, indicating that the wa still someone else to come. Simeon.

I crawled into my safe place,hoping for the life of me I wouldnt be given up. I curl my fingers around my trigger.Ready just in case.Not knowing that someone else was outside.. watching and waiting to interviene.ensing my intent to bolt, he plays the only card left in the deck. Leaning in close to one of the darkly clad figures he puked down the front of the spotlessly clean suit. As the other Man-In-Black moves to seperate his cohort from the human fountain I rocket towards the open door.

ok so add on.Ps.My mom is talking to her fish…another entry based on my insanity back one.