Apart

Mark Phillip.

“Man, Easy. Put down the gun, we can talk this out” I said with my hands up in the air

“Man, Easy. Put down the gun, we can talk this out” he mimicked me, using a baby voice, his face twisted in an annoying way

“Just let her go, she has nothing to do with this” I said slowly and I make a fast move in hitting his hand, the gun dropped and I quickly grabbed it, his hand are now in the air.

“Bella run!” I shouted

“But” she started crying again

“Shut the fuck up and go!” I shouted again and she ran

Christian tried to take the gun from me again, we were both struggling with it and the next thing I heard was a gunshot, where did it go?, I asked myself. I looked down at my bleeding shoulder, it’s hurts so much, I groaned.