Bulletproof my Heart

1. Ugh. Monday. Again.

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A few kisses and cuss words here and there and everywhere. You are warned. Proceed accordingly.

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*Drum roll please*

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Chapter 1: Ugh. Monday. Again.

There are some stories that are best kept unwritten. There are some secrets best kept hidden.

This is neither of them.

There it is, the deafening sound of gunshots echoing through the once peaceful living room. The smell of gunpowder hangs heavy in the air, mingling with my fear. I am terrified and I am not ashamed to say that I am very close to just peeing in my pants! My heart is pounding against my chest like a caged bird, desperate to escape this horrifying situation.

The living room is completely transformed into a battleground, with overturned furniture and shattered glass scattered across the marble floor. Dim light filters through the bullet-riddled curtains and the more I look at it, the more I want close my eyes and hope that this is all a dream.

I am crouched low behind an expensive couch, the cushions barely a managing to act like a shield for the chaos happening around me. I put my trembling hands to my mouth, attempting to stifle my ragged breaths and unsteady gasps. I peek cautiously over the backrest, gasping when a bullet whizzes past me, splintering the wooden frame of the door behind me.

"Get the fuck down!"

I quickly duck down, my dark black hair cascading around my face like an armour. My pulse is racing a million times faster than normal, pounding in my ears like a war drum. How did my life take such a terrorizing turn? One minute I am sipping wine with my crush and the next I am behind a couch, praying that I get to see another day.

One week before...

I stretch my hands above my head, blinking several times to adjust my eyes to the light sunlight seeping through the open window. My feet twist under the blanket and I heave out a breath of frustration. "Ugh. Monday. Again."