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15 - Day One✔️

+Brandy

"Aim at the head," I instruct Savannah. Since she was the only one in the group who didn't know how to shoot, I decided to teach her, seeing as how it was a requirement now. "Like this," Picking up my gun, I aim it at the head of the dead pig. She mimics me. "Now, remember your shooting finger should never be on the trigger unless you are armed and prepared to fire. Your thumb should be wrapped around the other side and held against the other side of the frame, near the top." Putting my gun down, I walk over to her to help. "Make sure your feet are perfectly balanced on the ground and don't flex your leg muscles." Using my feet, I kick her legs apart, causing her to stumble back.

She glares at me. "That's the second time you almost made me fall."

My lips twitched up into a smile. "My fault but it just proves that you're not really balancing yourself." I tilt my head sideways before placing both my hands on her shoulders. "Your body is so rigid... you need to let loose."

She puts the gun down and crosses her arms. "I don't like guns." She says, avoiding my gaze. "They make me uncomfortable... can't I just use a bat or something?"

I shake my head. "Nope, That's way too risky. Anyone can take a bat out of your hands. You need to learn how to shoot with both a real and a fake gun."

She sighs. "I liked it better when we were just using the dummy pistols. Why did Elijah change his mind about us only using them?"

Shrugging, I lean back against the truck. "I think he realized that people may see that we're using rubber bullets instead of real ones. There's also the fact that anything can happen after we get out of the bank."

She rolls her eyes and huffs. "Alright... maybe he does have a point."

I chuckle. "How come guns make you uncomfortable?"

Biting the inside of her cheeks, she slowly looks up at me. "Promise you won't tell anyone?"

Lifting my hands up, I wink at her. "Scouts honor."

She chuckles before suddenly turning serious. "W...when I was a kid. I lived with my Aunt because my parents couldn't take care of me. They were hooked on some pretty bad drugs and... and it just wasn't a good environment to be around. I lived with my Aunt up until I was fifteen because I ran away."

"You've told me this before Savannah."

"I know, but I've never really actually told you why I ran away." She clears her throat. "When I was about eight, my aunt met this dude. She liked him a lot but... I knew there was something off about him. It was just the little things you know, that gave it away. He'd stare at me weirdly, and always open the door to the bathroom when I'd be inside, pretending it was an accident. And from there on at night, he'd sneak into my room and get under my covers." Tears were forming in her eyes as she continues to speak. "After the first night, he came into my room almost every night, laying beside me and touching me... touching me places where no child should ever be touched. Every time he'd come in, he'd always have a gun." She chuckles dryly. "That damn thing is scarred in my brain. I still remember the cold metal of it being pressed at the temple of my head, it used to make all the hair on my body stand up. The grip was brown and the side... it was silver and every time he came into my room, he would always say that he'd shoot me if I ever denied him."

I frown, feeling my blood run cold. "Savannah, I'm so sorry that happened to you."

Savannah shakes her head. "Don't apologize, it's not your fault. It's mine."

I quickly object. "No, it is not if anything it's that sickos fault and your aunt for not noticing the signs. You're the victim Savannah."

She stays quiet for a moment. "Brandy, it's my fault that it continued to go on for so long. The night that I ran away... I tried to shoot him with his own gun. But it... it wasn't loaded. It never was loaded, he even said it himself." She looks down at her feet, tears spilling from her eyes. "All those years of him coming into my room, all I had to do was check the gun... or even scream. If I had the guts to do something, it probably wouldn't have continued for so long. And I wouldn't be so scared of guns."