GUN IN MY HAND

CHAPTER 1: FIRST SPARKS

Yes, yes, do you see the song in the header? 🤩😍 I'll try to include one for each chapter, and I've made a Spotify playlist that I'll update along the story (the link is in the external link below and in my bio 😉)

Don't hesitate to suggest me songs that make you think of the story and characters all along the book 😘

'Take me back to the house in the backyard tree

Said you'd beat me up, you were bigger than me

You never did, you never did.

Take me back when our world was one block wide

I dared you to kiss me and ran when you tried

Just two kids, you and I

Oh my my my my...' 

1 month before

BANG!

I jumped at the loud sound that interrupted the melodious birdsong a mile around. Okay, maybe not as far, although the following curse words, which I wouldn't have dared to even think, were definitely heard in the whole neighborhood.

Just like the next shout that arose before anyone could question what was happening or I could go peek at my open window.

"I'm fine!"

I shook my head, laughing as I recognized Raymond's, our neighbor, voice. Only he could keep that friendly intonation after such swearwords, and as the birds quickly resumed their chirping, I deduced no disaster was happening.

Everything and everyone was 'fine', if we didn't count the red stain on my pale carpet.

This one would undoubtedly stay imprinted on the fluffy fabric, like another piece of evidence to conceal, and as I picked up the tube of lipstick, my eyes were already glancing frantically from the neatly-made bed to the full-length mirror and to the closed door, as if it were a matter of life and death.

It would be if my mom found out.

That was why I quickly grabbed the nearest item I found: my large cheerleader bag. It wouldn't do for more than the weekend, but I didn't have time to find something else, or more exactly, I didn't want to bother because I still stopped a few seconds near my dressing table to smile foolishly at the framed photo there.

Yes, a big, wide, foolish smile, the kind of in-love smile. At least that was what everyone always called it when I smiled at Spencer, even before I had realized I was in love with him.

In this picture, we were by the way wearing this type of grins, like in most photos hung around the pastel walls. Yet this one was my favorite because I could see the amber reflections in his eyes, the soft chestnut of his hair, and every color was so vivid that it always took me back to this Winter ball.

I could almost feel the warmth of his arms around me, my heart picking up its pace with thumps strong enough to bring me back to the present, in my room.

Well, for a few seconds because after a rapid peek through my window and beyond the next-door house's window, at the quiet bedroom facing mine, I seized my handbag, where I had managed to shove all the required things, and I dashed out of the door without a second glance.