The sounds of gun shots filled the air people screaming, and blood spreading everywhere, onto the ground the sound of yelling filling your little ears.

Until someone, which was Javier came up behind you, holding a knife to your neck, until he let go releasing you, seeing that you were a child.

But he couldn’t let you go, there was no telling if you would report to the police station so he hog tied you throwing you over his shoulder.

"Jesucristo..." he grunted, and sighed as he pat your back getting you settled.

Blood on his clothes, that stained them, a knife in his pocket, he stunk like oil, his greasy hair wet and touching to his neck.

He finally then reach outside putting you on his horse and getting steady ontop the horse, holding the reins.

"This is gonna be a ride for sure.." He muttered.