It's You

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-Wes-

We had pulled up to a gas station and everyone had reason to exit the over cramped vehicle.

We ran into the store as I led everyone out the back exit and told the cashier to call the police.

I went to leave through the back when I suddenly felt something hard hitting my face, I stumbled back..

My worst fear was playing before my eyes.

I stared directly at the Gunman Damien as he held a gun towards the girls, who were each clinging to one another.

I stared angrily at him, not wondering where Noah was..

"What do you want from us" I stared angrily.

He laughed, shaking his head as he cocked the gun.

"You don't understand, do you." He shook his head.

I stepped toward him, treateningly as he inched closer to the girls.

"Don't you fucking touch them.." I grunted.

"Or what.. you'll call the cops?" He said sarcastically.
"I would have shot you all and the guy behind the counter and flee before they even arrive."

"You're not going to get away with this." I stated.

"You and what army."
I would have one if you stopped drugging them, blowing them up or aiming guns at them, God.

"Damien, you've taken this too far." I exclaimed as I tried to reason with him, inching toward the girls.

"Oh have I now?" He queried, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes, what have we.. what have they ever done to you" I exclaimed, gesturing the girls.
"The people you killed, what have they done." I called.

"Well, to be fair I didn't kill those last two, Shayne did." He shrugged.
Two..

"What.." I uttered.

"Yeah, Shayne and that red haired guy." He shrugged.

"Oh well."

Angrily I went to charge at him but he inched closer to the girls, aiming for their heads.

He smirked, watching me as he aimed the gun at each individual girl, watching them squint as if they were about to die.

"I could.. kill her" he said, aiming the gun at Mari.

"I could kill her.. for breaking my heart?" He questioned, moving to Courtney.

"Or... I could kill her.. and break yours." He exclaimed, ripping Boze away from the girls and holding her to his chest.

My eyes widened as I let out a small gasp, watching him harshly press his gun into her cheek.

"Let her go." I exclaimed.

"Or what, Wes." He said in a mocking tone.

"You let her go or I'll fucking kill you." I exclaimed, angrily.

"Oh.. will you now." He uttered angrily.

Boze looked at me, fear in her eyes as she began to well up with tears.

"Wes" she muttered as she looked at me.
"Don't.."

I held back tears, if she died.. what am I to do.

"LET HER GO." I screamed as I stepped toward him again.
He smiled, seeing me inch closer.

"Your call.." he whispered.