Tears

62. Gayle

I ran at him.

Reaching for the gun.

I heard Scarlett let out a strangled sob.

I hesitated.

Her father threw the bottle he held.

At Scarlett.

It shattered above her head.

She held her arms up to shield herself.

But glass rained down on her.

Her father kneed me in the stomach.

I rolled off him.

Winded.

He stood above me.

And hit me with the butt of the gun.

Blood trickled down my face.

Drifting.

I found myself staring into the barrel of a gun.

Kill me.

No.

I kicked his knee.

Heard a crack.

A scream of pain.

Then cold pressed against my head.

I shut my eyes tightly.

A gun shot rang out.

And then another one.

Another one.

Then I faded away.