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Sweat trickles down my back. My hand is shaking. I pull the phone away from
my ear and take a few snaps of him holding the gun and yelling. The weasel is not
getting away with this.
“Sir! Are you still there?”
“Yes. He’s trying to fondle her breasts.” I flinch when he slaps her. “He just

slapped her!”
“They are two minutes out.”
I can’t just stand there and let him hurt the woman I love. I sneak over to the
front door. I bang on it then ring the doorbell a lot. I return to the window in time
to see him tape her mouth and leave the room.
“He just taped her mouth and is heading the front door.”
I tap softly on the window. Sanya hops to it. The idiot tied her legs but not her
hands. I pull off the screen as she opens the window.
I pull her out right before he comes back. I run to the side of the house as I hear
him growl. She’s crying and shaking. She’s wearing jeans and a bra. I kiss her
forehead.
“Shhh,” I warn before removing the tape from her mouth.
“I will find you, bitch. You belong to me,” Teo yells out the window, but he

cannot see us.
I move quietly in the opposite direction. I hear him climbing out the window.
“I got her. She climbed through the window,” I whisper into the phone. I hear
sirens in the background. “I have her over my shoulder because he tied her legs. Tell
the cops not to shoot me. I have short light brown hair, light jeans, a blue shirt, and
flip flops. I’m not the one with the gun.”
The wind is knocked out of me when Teo tackles me in the front yard. I fall.
Sanya’s legs are under me, and I roll to set her free. Teo hits me with the gun; pain
shoots through my head. I swing blindly, and my fist connects with his face.
“Go!” I yell.
Sanya scrambles to her feet; she grabs my phone and starts hopping to get away.
She’s almost to my SUV when Teo breaks away from me and fires in her direction.
“NO!” I yell and hit him again.
The grass crunches as he falls. The gun flies under Sanya’s car. Relief floods my
body. Sanya is still hopping. He’s missed. She’s talking to the operator now. I try to
run toward her, but Teo’s boney hand clutches my leg. I kick him in the face with