Genesis

40. Home

I'm laying on the cold floor.

Shivering and shaking in pain.

Antonio gave me the worst beating of my life.

Worse then Dane ever did.

My ribs are broken, they have to be with the excruciating pain I feel in them.

My nose is broken too, when he punched me i heard the sickening crack.

My body is full of bruises and I find it hard to breathe from when he kicked me in the chest.

He ended the call a few minutes ago and now he has his back turned to me while typing on his phone.

I blink away the tears in my eyes when I spot something.

A gun, in his waist band.

I could grab that gun and kill him.

Try to escape but I don't know how many people are here.

Im out numbered.

At least I will be going down with a fight.

I shakily get up on my hands and knees, breathing slowly.

Antonio starts talking Italian to someone on the phone now, making it easier to grab the gun with him distracted.

I get to my feet slowly, sucking in the pain.

I take a quiet step forward and another.

I reach my hand out slowly, and then snatch the gun out of his pants, pressing it to the back of his head.

He immediately freezes, dropping his phone to the floor.

I breathe heavily, glaring at the back of his head.

"Now kid....you don't want to do anything rash." his voice wavers.

I clench my hand around the gun harder.

"Kid-"

And I pull the trigger, blowing his brains out.

Blood splatters all over my face and he drops to the floor instantly.

I exhale before limping out of the room.

They would have heard the gunshot, I need to get out of here as quick as possible.

I turn the corner and im surprised to see im in a school hallway.

A very old dirty abandoned school.

I walk down the hall, as fast as I can with my hurt knee.

Im about to turn the corner but jump when a guy runs out from the side.

I gasp and don't hesitate, shooting him in the stomach.

He falls to the ground holding his wound, shouting out curses.

The gun he was holding fell to the floor also, so I quickly pick that up and rush away once again.

I put one gun behind in my waistband and the other held tightly in my hand.

I finally see the exit out of the school and sigh in relief.

My relief is short lived when I'm being snatched from my hair and pulled back to the ground.

I groan as my back hits the floor.

So fucking close.

I look up at a fuming Jayla.

"You killed my father! puttana del cazzo!" She growls, kicking my gun away from my hand and stomping onto my hand.