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The Gate House :: Demille Nelson
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“Where is Susan?”
“She’s okay. I was saving her for when you got home.”
“Anthony-”
“Shut the fuck up.” He asked me, “Are you carrying?”
I shook my head.
“Take off your jacket.”
I took my jacket off, and he said, “Throw it down.”
I dropped it on the floor, and he said, “Okay, strip and let’s see what you got.”
I didn’t move, and he said, “Take your fucking clothes off, or I swear I’ll blow out your kneecaps.”
“Where is Susan?”
He smiled and said, “She’s naked, like you’re gonna be. Like we’re all gonna be. Come on. Strip.”
Again, I didn’t move. Anthony was about fifteen feet from me, and I couldn’t cover that distance before he got off a shot.
He pointed the rifle toward my legs, then fired two shots. I didn’t feel anything, then I realized he’d put both rounds into one of the shopping bags and fluids were leaking onto the floor.
“That was your last fucking warning. Get your clothes off. Slow.”
I took off my clothes and dropped them on the floor.
“Turn around.”
I turned around.
“Okay, pretty boy. No gun, no wire. You are totally fucked. Turn around.”
I turned facing him. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. I tried to think. What was he up to? Why wasn’t I dead? Was Susan all right? Well… I knew the answers to all that.
He was wearing a gun and holster, and he unhooked a pair of handcuffs from his gun belt and said, “Catch,” then threw them to me, but I let them hit my chest and fall to the ground.
“Put the cuffs on, asshole, or I blow your legs out from under you.” He swung the barrel of the rifle toward my legs again. “Come on, John. I don’t have all fucking night. You want to see Susan? Put the cuffs on, and we’ll go see Susan. I want you to see her.”
I lowered myself into a crouch and reached for the cuffs. I could possibly spring off from this position and get to him, but he knew that, so he took a step backwards as he brought the rifle up to his shoulder and aimed it at me. “Now!”
I retrieved the handcuffs and snapped them loosely on my wrists.
“Okay, you’re going up the stairs on your hands and knees. Down.”
I got on the floor and started crawling toward the stairs. Anthony moved behind me, and I could hear the bolt on the front door slide shut.
I made my way up the stairs on my hands and knees, and Anthony kept his distance as he followed me.
“Where is Susan?”
“She’s okay. I was saving her for when you got home.”
“Anthony-”
“Shut the fuck up.” He asked me, “Are you carrying?”
I shook my head.
“Take off your jacket.”
I took my jacket off, and he said, “Throw it down.”
I dropped it on the floor, and he said, “Okay, strip and let’s see what you got.”
I didn’t move, and he said, “Take your fucking clothes off, or I swear I’ll blow out your kneecaps.”
“Where is Susan?”
He smiled and said, “She’s naked, like you’re gonna be. Like we’re all gonna be. Come on. Strip.”
Again, I didn’t move. Anthony was about fifteen feet from me, and I couldn’t cover that distance before he got off a shot.
He pointed the rifle toward my legs, then fired two shots. I didn’t feel anything, then I realized he’d put both rounds into one of the shopping bags and fluids were leaking onto the floor.
“That was your last fucking warning. Get your clothes off. Slow.”
I took off my clothes and dropped them on the floor.
“Turn around.”
I turned around.
“Okay, pretty boy. No gun, no wire. You are totally fucked. Turn around.”
I turned facing him. My heart was pounding and my mouth was dry. I tried to think. What was he up to? Why wasn’t I dead? Was Susan all right? Well… I knew the answers to all that.
He was wearing a gun and holster, and he unhooked a pair of handcuffs from his gun belt and said, “Catch,” then threw them to me, but I let them hit my chest and fall to the ground.
“Put the cuffs on, asshole, or I blow your legs out from under you.” He swung the barrel of the rifle toward my legs again. “Come on, John. I don’t have all fucking night. You want to see Susan? Put the cuffs on, and we’ll go see Susan. I want you to see her.”
I lowered myself into a crouch and reached for the cuffs. I could possibly spring off from this position and get to him, but he knew that, so he took a step backwards as he brought the rifle up to his shoulder and aimed it at me. “Now!”
I retrieved the handcuffs and snapped them loosely on my wrists.
“Okay, you’re going up the stairs on your hands and knees. Down.”
I got on the floor and started crawling toward the stairs. Anthony moved behind me, and I could hear the bolt on the front door slide shut.
I made my way up the stairs on my hands and knees, and Anthony kept his distance as he followed me.