We talk more, and it was like we grew up together. He even said he missed me. I hadn't thought about him perfectly, but oh how I missed him now. He also said he thought about moving. I offer for him to live with us, but he said he would think. I mean.. Would it be the right thing? My phone buzzes. I answer it. "You forgot your purse here." Anthony says. I drive back, annoyed, and they open the door. "Sorry about that." I say, picking it up. "I'll just be going." I say. "No." Anthony says. "What do you mean 'no'?" I ask. I felt my stomach sink. He begins to yell. I feel it sink even more. I don't yell back. "Shut up." I say calmly. He begins to cuss at me, telling me to shut up as well. He works himself up and up. He slaps me. I ouch my cheek in surprise. "I doesn't have to be this way. You can't do this." I restrain myself. Feeling my cheek sting, I felt so... Not myself. "Shut up!" He screams and hits my again. He grabs a mallet resting near the fire place. He walks toward me, and I search for my gun. I felt fear, nothing but fear. This couldn't be him. "I will never love you! I will kill you!" I scream at him. He stops and then screams again, coming faster. I search for my gun, breathing hard. I pull it out and move backwards with one hand. "I loved you. But I don't now. It doesn't have to be this way." I say, pointing the gun at him. "You won't shoot." He smirks, and I grimace. "I only shoot people whwo grow up to be bastards like you." I say. "Oh me? Really?" He says sarcastically. I stand up, and roll my eyes. "Shut up Anthony." I say. Suddenly, I fall to the floor, awake, but hurt. He had hit me. I hold up the gun, closing my eyes and pulling the trigger as many times as I could. This results to my fatal close death expierence. Little did I know what it would result to.
It's all black. I don't see anything. I feel pain, more pain than I ever had before.
