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ryan didnt care about the rain an ran up to her, embrassing her in a hug, not daring to let her go..."Im sorry...I love u...I love u more than anything...really, please forgive me.." he kept saying and repeating.
 
She was still holding her folder tightly while Ryan hugged her. His warmth and body heat felt so nice but as soon as she closed her eyes all she could see was Ryan kissing Lauren and she got upset and angry again. She gently pushed him away. "Leave me alone Ryan" she said quietly trying to get passed him.
 
She wanted to say no but was freezing cold and soaking wet. She sighed and got into the car facing the window and not daring to look at Ryan.
 
occ: He's getting despered :D

ic: He looked at her, then looked away, as he kept driving...he sighed. he tryed to hide it, but his eyes exposed all his sadness.
 
"Thanks for the ride" she replied as she got out closing the door to the car. She didnt dare look back at Ryan. she walked slowly to her flat and if it hadnt been the fact that she was tired and hurting she would have noticed that the door was already open. She walked in wearily and was about to lock the door when she felt a presence behind.
 
occ: thats what i thought, but i wasnt sure :D

ic: Ryan had a bad feeling, something told him he had to follow her, but he was convinced she hated him for those moments..."What now...What now?.." he asked himself...not sure what to do, the car hadnt left yet.
 
ooc:Hehe

ic: The strong arms grabbed her from behind, wrapping itself around her throat and mouth before she was able to lock the door. She kicked and tried to scream but was being gagged. The man dragged her from the door into the back room. She grabbed the closet thing she could find which happened to be her pepper spray and elbowed the man in the stomach so that she could face him and aimed right for his eyes. The man screamed and Bridget ran for the door but he was too fast and strong and chased her grabbing her he threw her against the wall. She felt the impact as the mirror smashed against her head and could feelthe blood as it rolled down onto the back of her neck.
 
ocC: whoooa :eek:

Ryan heard it, the sound of the broken glass. That explained his bad feeling...he got outta the car and ran into the house, he opened the door slowly, trying not to be obvious, he holded his pocket dagger in his hand, bravely.
 
ooc:Hehe!!

ic:Bridget was drgged across the room once for the man thought he heard someone come in. He quickly tied her hands together but as he did so she kicked him in the privates and he cried quietly as he crouched to the groud. She ran for the stairs this time but the man grabbed her leg causing her to fall to the ground smaking her face hard. She would have screamed for help but he had gagged her with a tea cloth. She could her nose begin to bleed and she cried quietly as she tried to get up without the use of her hands. The man recovered quickly and picked her up by the hair. He gave her a fire mans lift and crept quietly up the stairs into another room and placed her on a chair waiting for Ryan to come. She didnt are move as the guy produced a gun.
 
occ: omg :eek:

ic: Ryan felt how the sweat ran down his forehead, and how the dagger was each time more hard to hold, with his sweated hands. He moved slowly upstairs, his sensed his steps were impossible to hear, so when he was close to the stairs he noticed blood on the floor...'Thats...Bridgets...blood?..' He wondered, but he continued, he heard a sobbing, he knew it was her, the man growled and growled, until suddenly *crack* he heard the loading of a gun, he gulped, he had no chance with a gun, he only had a dagger.
 
ooc:Hehe this rp is getting so much better by the min! :p

ic: the man waited silently and still behind the door. Waiting for Ryan to take his first step into the room and maybe his last. Bridget winced from the pain and horrifying sight of the gun. She wished she could move and tell Ryan to saty away. 'Please dont come in, please' she told herself as she looked at the door. She could hear his footsteps as quiet as they were and sense he was near. 'Think Bridget, think'. she looked around the room hurriedly trying to find something, anything. she suddenly remembered in her back pocket she had pocket knife. She quickly got it out and started to saw through the rope. 'Come on..'.
 
Ryan knew he had to be very cafefull with his decision to make, he knew, it maybe could be his last, but he wanted to save Bridget, he now felt he would give his life for her, but, it was nonsense to die, and leave her in that man hands. He looked through the little space between the door and the wall, he saw the man waiting for him to enter...'Now what..?' he asked himself...those moments were the longest in his life...Finally, Ryan took a decision, he now knew what he was going to do...
 
ooc:WHAT!!? :p

ic: She finally got through and broke the rope. She hesitated for a second not knowing whether to go straight for the attack or to wait until Ryan came in and distracted him but she couldnt wait any longer. If Ryan did come in the man would definately shoot him and then kill her. She had no other choice. The man was just a few steps away from the window if she could just get infront of him maybe she could puch him out or something. The man was distracted by Ryan. He was looking out for him through the crack in the door and wasnt really paying any attention to Bridget. She took a deep breath and quickly lunged at him her pocket knife. It wasnt to kill him but maybe injure him. But as she went for the hit the man quickly saw her reflection turning around turning the knife at Bridget and stabbing her in the arm. She cryed out in pain as she tryed to push the man out of the window but she was injured and he was a strong man he just brushed her aside. She just about missed the window as she fell to the ground. She closed her eyes and pulled the knife out of her arm stabbing the man in the leg. He looked shocked as he saw what she had done. Blood was spiling out of her arm but she was pleased. At leats she had injured him making him slightly weaker. He kicked her in the stomach and limped back to the door, slowly and clumsily.
 
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