Pretty little promises (Mialotte)

Chapter 43 | give me the gun.

(Mia's pov)

I refused to allow Charlotte to die. I shifted my body slightly to shield the brunette.

(Charlotte's mothers pov)

I only have one bullet and I will use it for only one person only.
I couldn't care about this 'Mia' girl, although she is an obstacle in my way to killing Charlotte.
The only reason I so desperately want my child to die is because of pure rage. She is better than I ever was, prettier, kinder, smarter.
I believe that I could've been like her if I didn't meet her father.

I haven't told anyone this.
After our daughter nearly slaughtered us to death, we both survived, but I remained with a feeling of emptiness as if there was a hole in my heart. Since I completely blame my present on Charlotte's father, I murdered him.
Now, I'm all alone.
My daughter ran away from me, I murdered my own husband and my business immediately went downhill from the lack of my partner being around.

I have no regrets whatsoever, but I just feel like something needs to happen. I still don't feel complete and I think it's because I can't get a full fresh start. To make my new beginning occur, I need my daughter to go. She will forever remember about me and I have a hatred against the thought of people knowing about my past. So she will be gone.

(Charlotte's pov)

I stood silently, my face gradually shifting from emotionless to heartbroken. The gun in my mother's hand slowly moved away from Mia, and my red-head was let free. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion.

I could feel tears burning in my eyes, and my heart sank in my chest and the gun aimed towards me. I showed a small amount of vulnerability for a split second, infront of my mother.

"I will forever love you, Mia." I spoke before a mischievous cackle slipped out of my lips.

I whipped out a gun from my pocket and rolled my eyes at my mother's dramatic gasp. Again, she was portraying me as the villain.

Quickly, my red-head sprung into action by kicking my mother's gun out of her hand.

Rain started pouring down heavily, resulting in all of us getting soaked from the rain. I positioned the gun so it was now at my parents head.
I didn't want to have to kill her, it felt impossible to do anyway. If I did this, I would sink back down to her level, I didn't want that.

(Mia's pov)

My eyes widen in shock as Char pulls out a large gun. Her grip tightens on it as rain begins to pour down onto us. Rapidly, she moved the gun towards her mother's forehead. I kept a close eye on the whole situation until my gaze focused on my girlfriend's face. I couldn't tell if it was the rain or tears streaking down her face, but at this moment, I guessed that it was both. She looked at her parent in denial, she couldn't believe everything that had happened to her. Neither could I.

I didn't want my baby to have to murder her own parent, that would be disgusting and she would really be on an even level to her mother.

I took a deep breath before saying, "Give me the gun Charlotte."