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Chapter 5 - Get your sweaty hands off of me!

Corida's POV

He wore the same sadistic smirk on his face as the day he shot her down. I see some things just never change.

He's still evil, he's still heartless, and he still wants me dead. Ever since that faithful day.

I swallowed my fear in a single gulp and craned my neck to look him dead in those lifeless mismatched eyes of his. "Go ahead. Shoot me. Shoot me like you did her!" I scream at him with no control over my anger.

I felt my eyes twinge with water, but I refused to let the streams come. Not now. I have to stay strong... for her.

"She was in my way. I was meant to kill you that day, Corida. Not her! You let her die. It was your fault." He emphasised each word more until the end of his accusation, causing me to flinch.

"Who held the gun? Who pulled the trigger? Who wasn't phased at all by the so called 'accident'? You. It was all you." I shot back at him, the tears becoming more and more reluctant to fall down my burning cheeks.

"No. You could have saved her. You should be in her place right now." Was all he said before lifting the gun up and pointing it directly at my face. I swallowed again. "You deserve this."

"Go ahead. Let me join her. Let me join A-" He interrupted my sentence with a threatening growl.

"Don't you dare say her name. You have no right." He spat at me.

"Says the murderer himself. She would be ashamed of you. This isn't what she would have wanted." I choke back my tears once more.

"You didn't know her like I did!" He's shouting at me in frustration now. "You were never her friend. You never knew her properly."

"And you were never her father." I mumble but still loud enough for him to hear me.

His eyes turned to stone, representing his heart. Lifeless, cold and emotionless. But it wasn't hard to spot the sheer amount of guilt hidden behind his high walls.

"You were never a father to her, Kyron. And now, you never will be." I state more loudly this time.

That was it, he didn't hesitate to flex his index finger with the gun still aimed at me.

Bang, the gun shot. Bang. Bang. Bang. Knock. Knock. Kn-

Wait, knock?

My body, from the waist up, jolted up immediately at the loud and impatient knocking sound.

That was not a gun shot.

Squinting my eyes open, I find myself blinded by what I assume is the morning sun forcing its way into the current room I'm in. Thank the stars it was just a dream. Although sometimes I can't help but fear that one day, that nightmare would become a highly unanticipated reality.

I scanned my surroundings and found that I was in Graham's room once again. With the admiral blue sheets hugging my body comfortably (thankful that I was still in my clothes from yesterday otherwise that meant Graham would have dressed me). I shiver at the thought and put it at the very back of my mind. The early morning sun was piercing through a slit in the curtains of the room, shining a ray of light pointedly towards an old bookshelf-