Crap, This Could Be Bad...
I look up at the man from where I am propped up by my my elbow on the ground. He has a gun pointed at my face, only a foot away. Sweat is dripping down his forehead, and his breathing is heavy.
"Who 'r you?" He asks in thickly accented Spanish. His voice is rough, and unkind. The words pierced my like swords. A little spit came out of his mouth as he said this, but he didn't wipe his mouth off.
"Ri...Riley." I manage to stutter out. Scared for my life, I couldn't think straight enough to form a good lie. Any other time, I was a champion liar. Now, I didn't have the guts to do it.
"Are you with the Feriso? Never mind, you wouldn' tell me if ya were. Besides, Jerro don't hire ladies. 'Specially not a wimp like you." He says, in English this time. His mouth turns up in a smile of anticipation. Probably because he was about to kill me.
"Who are you talking to?" A boy, this time, comes down the unstable-looking metal staircase. He has brown hair that almost cover his brown eyes, and I can tell the moment I see that he won't shoot me without a good reason. The thought is very comforting. He walks over to where we are, seemingly seeing nothing odd in this exchange.
"Says her name's Riley? Ring a bell?" he demands of the boy. The boy shakes his head and laughs a little.
I am shaking all over, scared for everything. Was this it then, the end of me? What would Bree think, and my parents. But they would never know, they would just thought I ran away. They wouldn't know I was dead.
"No, sir. Can't say it does. Riley, that's an American name." His mouth pulls up in a bigger smile. Why was he smiling?
"No shit Sherlock. Listen to the lass talk. She's as bloody American as they come. What do ya think, we shoot her now or later?" The man was grinning now, too. But his smile was sinister and it terrified me.
"I don't know. Have Jerro take a look. He's boss around this place, whether you like it or not, Antonio."
"Won't be boss for long, if I gotta say in it, Mark." Antonio growls. He stares Mark down, doing his best to intimidate the boy. It has seemingly no effect, and the boy just leans against the wall, still managing to keep a grin on his face. It was almost smug, th way Mark looked at Antonio.
"You aren't talking about mutiny, are you?" Mark is suddenly serious.
"This ain't no ship, Mark." The man named Antonio scoffed.
"I didn't know you were here. Really. I just ran away from home and ended up in Mexico and then came here because from a distance it looked alright and I thought where there was a warehouse there was a city and..." I say it all very quickly. Mark puts a hand over my mouth.
"Be quiet, chica, if..you want...to live." He says in English, putting pauses between his words. I nod, and he releases his hand.
