One week before the auction house job, I'm nervous for it. I'm never usually nervous for a job. This feels weird to me.
Pa and Orville have been trying their best to keep Adam away from me. Every time I see him I tackle him to the ground, pin him, and beat him. I can't stop trying to kill him. He makes me so unbelievably angry now. Adam isn't himself anymore. He isn't having long bursts of anger anymore, he's just angry.
Every morning I wake up early, get a coffee, drink it by the cliff, then go hang out with Dean and Lyle.
"Good morning my angel" My dad opened the door to my tent.
I groaned, "Please don't wake me up".
"Oh come on," My dad laughed a little, "I got a fun day planned for the two of us. You always ask to do the adult jobs right?".
"Yeah?" I sat up.
"Well, you're gonna have to learn one day".
"What're we doing?" I smiled.
My dad smiled too, "Get dresses and I'll show you".
He left, I got dressed. I left my tent. Everyone was doing their own thing. My dad walked over to me with a little box in his hand.
"A little late 6th birthday gift".
I took it and opened it. There was a little pistol in there.
"Now it's only small and doesn't have a lot of might. Mom wouldn't let me get you a better one".
I was so excited, "Thanks daddy!".
"Wanna go learn how to shoot now?".
I nodded.
"Then let's go".
"Need another cup?" Sam called out.
"No I'm good. I'm leaving soon anyway".
Sam sighed, "You alright?".
"I guess so".
"Adam turned into a real asshole. It's really shitty".
"Yeah I know".
Sam took a minute, "I think everyone is a little confused right now. With everything that's happened the last week. You can come talk to us, you know? We're all worried about you".
"I'm okay Sam, thank you though".
"Okay, well, I'll see you later. Breakfast will be ready soon if you want" Sam left.
I took a deep breath and a sip of my coffee.
"Okay, now hold the gun like this" My dad showed me how to hold the little gun.
I took the gun from him. I held it like he showed me.
"Perfect. I wasn't expecting you to pick it up that quick. Now, you see that bottle over there?" My dad asked.
I nodded.
"Hold the gun like I showed you and aim at it. Maybe you can close one of your eyes to focus better".
I aimed at the bottle.
"Now shoot".
I shot the gun. The bottle exploded.
"Holy shit Amira! That was amazing!" My dad picked me up and hugged me.
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Clyde
Ficção HistóricaAmira Clyde, a famous outlaw in the year 1900. She rides with her parents who are also famous outlaws. An in-depth description in chapter one.
