About NaNoWriMo: Week 2 Excerpt

It is the 8th day of NaNoWriMo and I’ve finished my personal quota for the day. My total word count is currently at 40,767, which puts me on track to reach the NaNo goal by Sunday. It is time for week two’s excerpt. If you’d like to check out the first part it is here.

The sting in Elle’s arm radiated to her fingers.

“Let go,” she shouted as she yanked her arm from the mysterious man’s grasp, but he held tight. Eyes from people all around the bank shifted to her and her face grew warmer. The man let go.

“Damn it. People don’t know what personal boundaries are anymore,” Elle said as she stepped toward the teller’s counter.

Thomas’s eyes were watery and she swore his lip quivered. Not this again. If he didn’t get over this crush he had on her, she’d have to tell him off. “Elle are you alright? Do you want to call the cops?”

Elle showed him her unmarred wrist and shook her head. “I’ll be fine Thomas. As long as he never touches me again.” Elle made sure to say the last bit loud enough for her new mystery friend to hear. She looked down the line, but he never took his gaze from the bank manager. He may have been attractive, but he was also an asshole.

“Okay. Then what can I get for you today?”

“I just need to get,” Elle managed to say before she was cut off. A hand covered her mouth as an arm wrapped around her waist.

Thomas’s eyes widened and his jaw fell slack. “Elle!” He made a move for her, but shook her head. Thomas must of got the message and sunk back behind his window. The last thing she needed was being indebted to Thomas for him saving her. Besides, she could take care of herself.

A wave of calm rushed over her, dampening her urge for some sort of revenge. Who had done this to her? Elle scanned the bank and she regretted not taking a survey of the bank before stepping to the window. Then she realized, it was her mystery man. This was why people should be suspicious of random strangers.

“I’m going to take my hand from your mouth,” he said in a voice barely above a whisper. “Do anything rash and you’ll regret it.”

His hand slowly moved away and breathing was suddenly much easier. “Don’t do this,” Elle said.

“I need the money from this bank. I’m not going to steal it. I want every last one of you to take out all the money you have and then give it to me before you leave.”

Mr. Kaspernic scoffed. “Go to hell. You’re aren’t getting any of my money.”

A barrage of items flew toward the pair of them. Elle shut her eyes and waited for the impact, but it never came. She slowly opened her eyes and all the items had flown past them. The people of this town really needed to reinstate the baseball league.

“Do you not see that I have this girl here? I could snap her neck right now if I wanted.”

This was it, she may not know what weapon he had, but if what he claimed was true, she had a better shot free and hiding behind something than trapped in his arms. Elle lifted her knee and stomped on the bridge of his foot. He howled and his grip loosened. She wriggled free and tried to step forward, but her feet were welded to the ground. Actually, the ground had come up around her feet.

“You’re not going anywhere.”

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