Fallen.

VI

~ Chapter 6 ~

Emma's POV.

James had the gun to my head as he walked out of the dance studio.We walked about 3 or 4 yards away from the building. Did you not have a get away car? Haha, you are dumb. You are so very Dumb. Thoughts run through my mind. How I might die, My family not caring, Miranda without a friend. I band without a guitarist. How the other members were gonna quit. I just knew it. How I might live... And slowly, a plan forms. The plan played over like a movie in my mind. Slowly replaying. There were two endings. One where I was alive... And one where I was dead. It took me a moment to realize that we were no longer moving. I decide to go for it. I wasn't gonna die. Not now.

So I screamed.

He was surprised at first, so i took the small chance to whap him in the face. I felt his nose break. Damn. I didn't mean to hit him that hard... Maybe I did... I didn't know.

"You little bitch!" He yells. He takes a swing at me, it catches my right cheek. I scream on contact. Whimpering in pain afterwards. Pain pulses through my head. Dammit. It's gonna bruise. He still has the gun, and he's trying to point at me... But no such luck. His nose was vleeding. A lot. His other hand slaps me across the face. On the same fucking cheek. WHY?! It stings. And it burns. God Damn. But then, I see something glinting in his hand. I god damned knife. I see his gun on the ground. He acts. Quickly pulling the blade across my arm quickly. Cutting deep and hard. I cry out in pain. I try to grab the knife, but I fail. Then, i pray, hoping not to get stabbed. I ite down on his hand. His knife drops to the ground. And I kick it away. Out of sight.

Time for part 2 of my plan.

I kick him where it hurts. Hard. Like harder than I've ever kicked a guy in the balls before. I wasnted to hurt him. He'd treated my fucking best friend like a peice of shit. And I'm done with this. I'm SO over his shit.

I like where this is going. I may not die.

He falls to the ground. Holding his groin. groaning in pain.

"No kids for you." I say. Laughing a bit.

I slowly pick his gun up off the ground. I'd never held a weapon before. But I felt like I needed to shoot him. He didn't deserve to live. I look down at his face. Broken and bleeding. His eye swollen. He looked pathetic. Not feared. He looked scared. I liked this side of James. When he wasn't hurting anyone.

"Why do you hate me?" I say. But it barely passes my lips. I had wanted to ask him that for so long. I don't know why. I didn't give a fuck about his opinion. So, that's it about that.

"Because you always had Miranda away from me. She needs to see me. Not you. She loves me. I love her." He says.

I laugh.

"You think what you have is love?" I say. I hold the gun tighter in my hand.

"Yes. And I love her. More than anything."

"Bullshit." I whisper. I see his face grow angry. But I keep talking."You weren't there when she needed you! You never defended her! Hell, You fucking BEAT HER. You even too her fathers god damned side." I say. I feel more confident as I speak. But guiltiness racks my brain. His expression gets angrier.

"You little bitch wouldn't have the balls to shoot me." He groans.

But I would.

"You deserve to die." I whisper. Tears fall down my cheeks. I have the gun. He starts to move.

"Don't Move!" I say. I'm sobbing now. He continues to move.

"Go ahead. I need the practice." I hear a voice say. I didn't recognize it. But I slowly look up to a woman in a police uniform. I didn't hear the sirens? Oh well... Thank god. Her gun is pointed a James. "Put Your hands up." She says. Walking towards him. The handcuffs make a clicking noise. And I drop the gun. My fingers shaking. Tears still falling from my eyes.