My blood boils and I pull the gun out of my belt. “You killed her, you asshole,” I growl through gritted teeth, and I fire at his head. Except his head isn’t there any more. It’s right next to mine, and all the wind leaves my lungs as he slams his fist into my stomach. Something, maybe his other hand, hits the back of my head like a sledgehammer, and as the life slips out of me, I realize this maybe wasn’t the best idea. Then it all goes black.


Try Again.