Fated Death

…Summer POV…

God no!

What do I do?

That is a stupid question.

Get your shit off the floor, Summer, and save your fiancé.

"Hey fuck head," I call after Raymond. "I suggest you drop that gun."

"God, if this were not so such a fucked up mess, I would say that is hot."

"You a sick fuck."

"What happened to monster?"

"Just drop the damn gun."

"Baby, by the time you get that safety off, I would have blown his brains all over the pole."

Fuck. I knew I forgot something.

"Even before you squeeze that trigger, Raymond, your ass will be on the floor."

"Your fiance knows better than to fuck with a man that has a gun in his face. Pity I have to ruin such a pretty face."

Fuck. I need to get this safety off and that gun out of Austin's face. 

What do I do? 

Think Summer think.

A distraction.

What?

"Why don't you just drop that gun, and we can go inside the house."