A gun was pushed onto my forehead. I was the most vulnerable I ever felt in my life. Fear empowered me,I couldn't move. Silently crying, he was pulling the trigger.
" No. "
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" Noooo." I screamed.
I woke up drenched in sweat, tears that I never new I even shed were on my cheeks, strands of my hair were sticking to my face .
I though I was over it .I thought I was.
I sunk further in my bed, hugging my knees.
I heard a knock on my door, quickly wiping my tears,
" Come in becca. "
" How' de you know it was me. " She questioned.
" cause you the only one that would come waltzing in to my room at 6 in the bloody morning "
"And what i'de like to know is how come you knocked for once ."
"Just in case Damian was in here with you." She said with a smug smile on her face.
" Oh okay..... Wait what! " That idiot.
Before I could plan out my torture system, I could already hear Beccas freakin hyena laugh outside the door. No lie first time I heard it , I thought she was high.
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I didn't know what to do so I went to the training floor.
I never understand why hitting a punching bag calmed me down but it did. I took all my anger out on it, my fears, my worries and my pain. Maybe it's because I was taught to hurt anyone that caused my pain and anger my whole life, that it just comes naturally to me. Making sure something comes in contact with my fist isn't a good habit, I know but it helps me.
" Someone's up early. "
I turned around to see the familiar green eyes that gives a smile to my face every time I see them.
" couldn't sleep." I told Damian
Or maybe I was too scared to close my eyes and see what I saw again.
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Ik, Ik this is kinda short but at least it's something.
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The hunters
AçãoThe names Avery, Avery Lee Janes, pretty much my whole life I've always been in danger, always had a gun with me, I always have my boss, always have my crew but I've never had my parents. This story is full of action a bit of humour so hope you like...
