As I stood in shattered doorframe, hand gripped tightly around the knife, the anger swelled in my body. I could feel my hand shaking, not from fear, but from trying to control my rage, I needed to wait until Sally was out, then I could let my fists fly. I punched Craig full force across the face, A stream of saliva and blood flew from his lips as his head swung to the side, it fet good, like I was winning at something for once, yeah. I hit him again, even harder. As he fell down, I turned to Sally, she was in the corner holding her ankle with a chair lying on its side next to her.
'He...he, he chucked it at me' she started sobbing as she told me, she pointed at the chair,
'can you walk?' I was scared she couldn't get away,
'I think so' she almost whispered through her sobs
'Right, go and wait in the stairwell downstairs, if you don't recognise my voice as I leave, run, ok?' I didn't mean to sound stern, but from this point on, I didn't have a plan, Craig was regaining his senses and Sally was only just leaving, she shut the front door of the flat, I heard her footsteps slowly walk down the stairs. I turned to Craig and raised my foot to kick him, only to see him reach around to his back, I assumed he'd hurt his back or something, but his hand came back holding a small, revolver. he pointed it at me, his hand shaking, this was the first trime I had seen genuine fear in his eyes, it felt good, even if he had the gun.
I flashed back to my childhood, running around my little back garden, with my little plastic gun, trying to find my dad, who was in the bush, as he always was, then I'd find him and click the little trigger...bang...bang...bang.
I lunged forward, his shaking hand squeezed the cold metal trigger that was wet from his clammy fingers and hind, the bag echoed of every wall, I felt a burning pain overpower me, as I blacked out, I clenched my pathetic little knife in my fist, I fell forwards, onto the shaking Craig, landing on his chest was the last thing I felt before the darkness took over my eye's.
