Prisoners of War - Chapter 3

I thought for a split second about running, but the two guns aimed directly at my heart killed that thought pretty fast. "Get down!" One of them screamed. I held up my hands and was pushed down to my knees. One of them held the gun a few inches away from my face as the other picked up the large ziplock bag and the backpack. I tried to think of something to say, but couldn't, …showed first 75 words of 1486 total…

…showed last 75 words of 1486 total…The only person I know who sells weed is the guy you already caught." I said softly. "Alright, fair enough." He said standing up and fixing his tie. "I hope you can afford a lawyer." A tear rolled down my cheek. "Wait." I said softly. So many thoughts ran through my head, my future, my mother, my brother, my friends, the life that I loved, I didn't want to lose it. "I might know someone."