I slowly pulled the trigger..........
BANG! The bullet whipped through the air and went straight to hit Brett....
But then.... Josh came out of nowhere and tackled Brett, Jake came too. They both started beating each other up ferociously, Josh and Jake were obviously winning the battle though. I tried to figure out where my bullet had ended up, then I saw the bright pool of blood forming on the floor. I saw it was coming from Jake's right calf. He acted as though he could not feel it, though I knew the pain was excruciating. The two guys knocked out Brett and he fell over to the ground with a loud thump.
I can't believe I just stood there holding the gun in the same position for so long without getting sore. I lowered my arm slowly still staring at the guys. I only lowered it because I knew they had just about taken care of Brett. Brett was knocked unconscious on the ground, so I was finally safe for some time. Jake and Josh jumped up off of him and hugged me in a warm embrace.
"Oh my gosh! I missed you!" Jake shouts.
"I know me too, I knew he was the one who took you. I love you like a sister, Brooke, I missed you!!" Josh says.
"Ahhhhh!! I missed you guys too." I said in tears. The guys let me go, and someone comes sprinting into the building and picks me up. It's Justin! He hugs me and kisses me for a while, in tears.
"I never thought I'd see you ever again!!"
"Me either."
He picks me up bridal style and he starts walking to the car when.....BANG!!! A metal bullet went through Justin's right leg, and he collapses on the ground, dropping me. He yelled, "BROOKE!!!! OH NO!! MY LEG...." I fall to the ground with a thump! and get back up as swiftly as possible. I look around then get pulled to the side. I see Jake laying down clutching his shoulder, blood gushing from his shoulder and a wound on his leg. Josh was next to him taking off his shirt...(sidenote: he has nice abs!) and wrapping it around Jake's leg. I turned my head sideways and the head of a gun was facing me, right between my eyes, and Brett was staring at me, holding hthe gun, with a menacing stare on his face, his eyesfilled with hatred and disgust. I started to yell but as soon as my mouth opened he pulled the trigger back a bit.........and I took a deep breath. I'm not gonna take any chances. He held thegun to the back of my head as he shoved me into the car and made me sit right next to him, him hgripping my hand tightly as we drove away from the guys. I started weeping silently,but then, because of this torture this man put me through, I stopped. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. The monstrous man killed my sister, and possibly my best friends today. I would never, ever give him the satisfaction of seeing the misery he caused. This is confusing anyway....he says he loves me? I don't get how that works.......
He did tell me though.....
"If I can't have you, no one can."
