text: Just as I was about to exit the garage to wash all blood off of my hands, I heard: "Dont leave... please" Michael panted, already out of breath. There was blood crusted beneath his nose, and he was tied to the chair that once belonged to my desk. I could see tears form in his eyes, and after everything I've done, I know that he still loves me. "You're not like this Oliv-" "Its Miranda. And you don't know me. Dont think that you do, because you're very, very wrong." "Please. I do know you. I know that you are amazing, I know deep down you love me, I know your favorite color Is red, I know-" "Just stop. Don't make this harder than it already is..." Now I could tell that I was starting to cry, so I turned around as fast as I could, hoping that he didn't notice. I tripped over my own heels, and fell flat on the floor. I heard footsteps coming towards us, and I knew what was about to happen. I gulped down the puke that I could feel coming out of my system. "Good evening Michael," She side-eyed me "Olivia you don't look too good". There was an annoyance in her voice, as always. "Its Mir-" "I don't care. Anyways why are you on the floor? Get up. We've got to get to Oregon in 3 hours to steal that painting! Dont cost me 1 million dollars you little girl. Remember whos in charge here." "Always nice to see you too boss" I gave her a little wink. She looked at me very angrily, and then she heard heavy breathing. Uh-oh. "He's still alive. Why? You have one job. ONE!" "I- I can't bring myself to do it." "Fine then I'll do it myself." She grabbed a Glock pistol out of the strap attached to her long, red dress, and held it to his head. "Boss don't do this. Please. He doesn't even have anything we want!" I was panting at this point, and I knew that the mascara was smeared all over my face, and I bet it wasn't pretty. "Yes, but he knows everything! What do you think he's going to tell the cops?!" She practically yelled. "I promise I won't tell the cops anything just let me go-" BANG* Just like that...he was gone. I felt like my heart just shattered, and I ran over to where he was laying, and rested my head on his chest. He began to whisper- "You are my sunshine," and then it faded away... That was our song, and he always sung it to me to fall asleep, since I had trouble sleeping, and his voice always soothed me. "NO! NO!" I cried even harder. "It's going to be okay, you're going to make it." "It's no use Miranda," She blew on the tip of her pistol, as she called it "He's gone for good." "What is wrong with you?!" I got up and headed her way. "Just doing my job," She puffed out her chest, to make herself look bolder "as you should too." "No." "What did you just say to me?" "I said no." She then pointed the gun to my chest, and I heard the sound that the gun usually makes before she pulls the trigger. "Take it back before you end up like Michael." She blurted out. "You wouldn't dare-" BANG* My chest hurt, and I gripped my shirt as I fell to the floor once again. It hurt so bad, but all I could think about was losing the love of my life. I saw her lean over me for the last time, and then I felt my eyes shut. I had thought I died, but I kept on thinking. I felt dizzy, and cold, and I was on a very hard surface. I slowly opened my eyes, and realized how much pain I was in. I noticed that I was in the back of a van, and instead of being the one kidnapping someone, I was the one being captured. "Why good morning sleepy-head" "What do you want?" "Be nice to me I could have let you die then and there." my boss smirked "Ugh I wish I had died, I want nothing to do with you. I hate you more than I've ever hated anyone in my entire life." The smirk then left her face, and she removed the vibrant red hair from her face. She was so beautiful, and as much as I hated my boss, I loved her blue eyes. I have never been able to stay mad at her for long... "Where are we?" "Well we're not in Oregon I'll tell you. I had to drag your body into the van." She sighed "It was a lot of work." "Wow Im so grateful" I said sarcastically, then rolled my eyes. "Listen, Miranda" She actually sounded kind of... sorry? regretful? "I know you are upset with me now, but I'll make it up to you I promise." I heard a loud yell from a foreign language, coming from the driver's seat. "Well would you look at that" my boss said smiling "We're in LA". "WHAT?!" "You heard me this time." She opened the back of the van, and I climbed out, drawing attention from everyone at the gas station. I looked down at my chest, and realized they were staring at my white button down shirt, that had a giant blood stain. I grabbed the leather jacket that was tied around my waist, and zipped it up over my chest. I had a red mini-skirt on, and black heels, and my legs were freezing off of my body. "Oh sweetheart we need to get you some clothes!" my boss hugged me like she was my mom. I pulled away. "Don't call me that" "I was just trying to act normal." A police car pulled up, and asked us if everything was okay. "Officer I need he-" I tried to say "Everything is okay officer. Thank you for stopping by." My boss said, looking at me disappointingly. "Well Im getting disturbing reports coming in, so if you guys could tell me what the hell is going on here." "Officer I've been kidnapped help me!" I got the chance to yell. He grabbed out his cuffs, and as I thought he was about to cuff my boss, instead he told me to turn around. "Wait what are you doing?! She's the bad guy!" "Ma'am something seems a little off about you, we're going to get you drug tested okay?" My boss came over and whispered in my ear: "This is why you don't mess with me. I know everyone in this city- Sweetheart." I could feel her dirty smile on my ear "Have fun spending the night in jail."