Rogue Undecided

~•~Chapter Thirty-three~•~

"Drake, I don't want to do it!"

"Aww, my poor baby," he tenderly kissed my cheek. "I wasn't asking."

I held the gun in my shaking hand. My knuckles were white due to how hard I was holding it.

"Drake!"

"Farrah!" He mocked me. He laughed, and it almost sounded like a hyena. "Shoot her!"

The woman laid before me, her brown eyes blood shot and caramel skin unnaturally pale. Unlike me, she wasn't shaking. She's the victim, and I have the gun, but I'm more terrified than her. That alone made me not want to do it.

And the fact that she just gave birth. Drake held her newborn in his arms, rocking him gently. The new mom watched her son blankly. She knew not to get too attached.

"You refused to give me my heir, so I had to steal one. Now, you will deal with the consequences of your decision. Kill her!"

With the last boom of his voice, the baby boy awake with a cry. Finally, the mother seemed to come out of her daze.

"His name is Colton," she whispered to me. I took the safety off of the gun.

"Colton, my son," Drake lovely kissed the baby's head. I almost vomited at the sight.

I aimed the gun at the woman's forehead. She looked me dead in the eyes. Blue to brown. Both alive. Both empty.

I hoped she could see how sorry I was. I pulled the trigger. She fell backwards, her eyes still open. I continued to stare at her even after I lowered the gun and Colton started to cry.

Drake laughed. Colton cried. I stared.

"Good girl." Drake praised. This time, I did vomit. This only made Drake laugh harder.

~•~

"Farrah!"

I jumped out of my thoughts, my eyes watering and my hands shaking. Thayer stood in front of me, hands on my shoulders and a pleading look in his eyes.

"Farrah, what's wrong?"

Thayer and I had been sitting in the kitchen. I can't remember what we were talking about. My vivid memory had wrecked my train of thought.