Part 4

Before the bald man had finished saying the word pocket. I had not only unlock the door but it was open and I was heading out. Yet I had barely taken a few steps, when i noticed the large grasping hand heading right for my throat. Before I could react, I was lifted off my feet. Which were now frantically kicking, like that of a child being forced into time out. I was now staring into the eyes of large dark skin man with white skin blotches covering his face. His nose deformed like that of a retired fighter. The discoloration in his left eyebrow, seemed to draw attention away from the large scar just above it. Though he too was smiling at the beginning of our encounter. His demeanor quickly changed , when one of my kicks landed him in the groin. Sharp pains ran down my spine, as this two tone angry giant carried me back into the house. He slammed the door behind him with his free hand. Then sent me flying towards the living room couch.

I hit the floor with a hard thump, my arms bringing with me anything I could grab. I lay there with my eyes closed, in the fetal position, gasping for air. Reaching into my pocket and pulling out the box. I desperately stretch out my hand holding up box and screaming, "Take the it! Take it all!. I'm sorry!" There was silence. "Take it!, I said again. Yet there no response. I opened my eyes and looked up. As my eyes regain focus, I realized I was staring at the underside of a desk. I looked around puzzled. As I moved my legs, I kicked a large black office chair. Grabbing onto the desk I slowly pulled myself up and looked around.

" What the hell is going on?" I thought. I knew what I was seeing, but it made absolutely no sense. I stared blankly at the wall clock, mounted just above the familiar whiteboard. I was at work. This was my desk, though my papers, my keyboard, and my phone for now on the floor. The big black office chair was my chair. The clock said 5:30, which meant everyone was gone a half hour ago. Yeah why was I still here. There was no sign of the bald guy, the black guys with guns, or the two tone giant. I slowly reach down and grab my chair, and lifted it up right. After picking up my papers and putting the keyboard in the phone back on the desk. I sat down on my chair, my heart rate was beginning to normalize. As I looked on the floor to my left I saw the suitcase. I grabbed it in the box that was now sitting on my desk and slowly walked out of the office. I still wasn't sure if I was really awake, or dreaming.