Trying to keep the player

Ch. 11 The dark side of a player

Chapter 11

My whole body almost stood still at the moment I realized on what Damon would actually do.

“Damon, don’t...!” I yelled out with a strong voice. My capture didn’t believe Damon would do anything. I am sure...He wasn’t listening to me, as if he was in his own blood lust world.

“DAMON...!” I yelled out with panic.

“Shut up...!” Damon growled at me.

“You ain’t gonna shoot me,” My capture chuckled.

“STOP...! Just shut up and Damon don’t shoot! I’m fine, got it...? So stop...!” My voice sounded shaky. I’ve seen somebody shot before and hell I never want to replay that in my head again. It’s just sad... Damon’s eyes had flickered toward me for a second but back on his enemy. My teeth grinded together.

“Don’t worry little girl, he isn’t actually going to shoot me,” My capture had a big smile on his face.

“You won’t be able to take those words back when you’re dead,” I warned the guy “You’re pushing him...!” Then I read Damon’s timing. With hesitation of being afraid of what will happen to me, I still ran toward Damon quickly. Damon’s face went pale when he saw me in his way. He looked as if he was actually afraid of something. My only focus now was keeping Damon away from jail or having to see something I’d hate. I’ve never been so happy to be such a fast runner and have quick reaction. My hand had gripped at the gun as he held it too. Right away I pushed the gun up in the air before the shot had hit me or the other guy. I sighed in relief that nobody got hurt. My heart was racing and pounding against my chest. My body was shaking. When I looked back to see the guy, he was running away.

“What the hell...” Damon muttered very quietly. I felt like hitting with everything I can get a hold off. I looked at it him with pure hatred and disappointment. I thought he was awful from the player thing but now with the gun, makes things hell a lot worse.

“Why the hell did you stand in front of me like that!?” Damon snapped at me! ME...!

“GEE, I WONDER WHY!?” I yelled out louder as my face grew red.

“You’re a fucking moron! You could have got shot or killed! What the hell are you thinking?” His eyes were deadly on me and he still gripped on his gun. When he put his hand down I was still gripping on his gun too. It was a lot safer with me then it was with him. I and Damon were eye to eye, our noses almost touched. We gave each other serious death glares.

“I was thinking that I don’t want you to go to jail and I don’t want to see someone getting shot or dying,” Again... I continued in thought. He was in my breathing space.

“You don’t care if I go to jail or not. And I wouldn’t either way because even if I do get caught they wouldn’t be able to put me in Jail. Is it really better seeing someone getting shot then you being shot? Especially since that guy was ready to kill you?” Damon was starting to give me a serious lecture as if he knew better. My fist became tight and I felt like punching him in the face and let some tears out. He was being damn cruel hearted and I had all these other awful things happening to me too.

“I don’t know Damon. Maybe it is better dying then seeing someone get shot right in front of me because it’s my fault,” I mention to him. We stood for more death glares. He kept silence and his eyes looked directly at me saying that he thought I was wrong.

“Let go off the gun,” He ordered his eyes unmoving.

“Yea, like I’m giving you another chance,” I laugh sadly.