❝ It's only a game. Calm down. ❞
What happens when an innocent game of "kiss, marry, kill" turns out to be not so innocent? In which 18 year old, Yasmin; soon realizes that when she'll have to bring the rules of the game to reality. There's no esc...
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"Yasmin. You don't have to do this, baby " He brawled, causing me to jump back almost dropping the gun. Burning tears of pain filled eyes and poured down my flushed red cheek, my shirt was soaked by now. I felt it sticking to me and I could hardly speak but manage to form a sentence somehow.
"Z-Zico, baby. Please, let me get this over w-with." I stuttered, pleading. I lifted the gun with trembling hands knowing I had no other choice.
The beam was centered on his forehead.
"Yasmin!" He screamed trying to fight out of the ropes that tied him to the chair he sat on. Large amounts of tears were pouring from my eyes causing the top of my t-shirt to become see-through at the top. Everything was falling apart inside of me. My lungs were failing me and I collapsed to my knees.
Watching as streams of tears fell onto the cement below me. turning the light grey color into red circles. My lip was busted and I started gasping air.
"Do, it now or you'll both be dragged out this warehouse in body bags" His demonic voice murmured behind me before picking me up by my hair. I yelled out in pain as he brought me back to my feet.
My vision was blurred and unfocused, but I didn't bother wiping them away. I couldn't look, I just couldn't. I raise the uzi again and steadily aim it where I think he is sitting, from the loud voice of his screams and cries for help.
I felt my hands start sweating, making it impossible for me to grip the gun firmly. I opened my mouth to take a deep breath causing some tears to slip onto my cut open lip, the stingily saltiness like taste distracted me from what's really important.
I squeeze the trigger. pop pop pop. Multiple rounds fired from just one trigger pull.
To say the sound of the gun was loud is a understatement. I flinched at the burning sensation from the gun power that flew onto my fingers. I quickly wiped my tears from around my face with the backside of my hand and turned my gaze away from my baby, my boyfriend, my everything, lifeless in the chair. Blood... so much blood spilling out of his chest and onto his white cotton shirt. My heart sank and I collapsed on the floor again. I wasn't crying anymore, everything went blank.
I looked up, only to see red everywhere and him standing over me. His eyes were wide open. They sat in their sunken sockets, hollow and lifeless as the body to which he belonged to.
"Be careful for what you ask for next time, Yaz" Jahseh said with a small chuckle; his face blank. I heard his body shift and began walking.
I didn't know who I was and what came over me, but I managed to stand back up on my two feet faster than ever and grip the gun.
