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I step back out getting back on the hoop my new favorite toy of the year.

I twirl my body around flipping as I spin wildly. My eyebrows wiggle at the guy eyeing me at the bar in a jokingly manner. He cheers me a drink. I look away looping my hand with the hoop I let my body twist .

My chest stops as gunshots go off.

My mouth waters tears burn my eyes. My body curls into a small position I cant get fucking down.

Screams and shouts go threw out the club. I can't get down my eyes water my lips quiver I hold onto the hoop pulling my legs up I'm 10 feet high.

I look around as multiple gun shots go screams go through out the crowd my entire body trembles in fear I squeeze my eyes shot. As glasses break when bullets fly threw the cups. I squeal seeing a bullet go threw the hoop I'm hanging from my chest is going on auto drive my fingers nimbly squeeze my knees to chest.

I shut my eyes as tears pool down my cheeks I'm fucking suck up here I nearly "Katerina" I hear someone yell my name I look up looking for the voice it's Colten my heart feels like it's going to explode when he gestures for me to jump.

Jump.

"NO!" I screech

I value my fucking legs I'm not jumping 10 feet out the air. I shake my head scared he looks at me like he's going to catch me.

My lips part as my hands shake. My heart racing rapidly tears fall down my cheeks my body hurts from how tense I am the gun shots become more real.

He looks at me displeased "I can't-" I whimper my body shaking in sobs as lots of bullets go off unstoppable he looks at me clearly annoyed.

I couldn't care less.

I sniffle "Katerina just fucking jump" I'm 5'1 does he know how high this is cause if I jump and he doesn't catch me my legs will be broken from the impact even if I catch myself.. I see body's dropping. As blood splurges out my eyes squeeze close I shake my head whispering no. "You're insane." I utter.

"god fuck my Life." I whisper jumping down the air rushing in my face the impact of my body begging caught by his makes me dizzy he sets me down his hand on the back of my neck keeping my head down.

My body clings to his as his body shields and protects mine the shouts and the screams blur my ears out of the loud noises. The gunshots. I feel the floor with my feet he keeps my head down putting his hand on my neck he's shooting back dose he want us to die just leave it for fuck sakes.

The gunshots and the glass breaking the crushing cries In agony the chaos my heart beating through my ear drums.

I feel relief when the cold wind fans out my face from my wet tears my makeup staining my cheeks with black tears I'm only in a thong and a sparkly top and thigh high boots. I look at him confused as he gets on a motorcycle.

"No."

Not a fucking chance.

I would rather die.

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