Taj rambled through his suitcase as Bella and Milly hid in the bathroom.
"Fuck." He heard the door open as he was loading up his gun. A gun shot pierced through the wall, just inches away from where he hid.
"Taj." One of them chuckled walking slowly through the house. Taj shot his gun missing completely giving away where he was hiding.
Gun shots hit the wall more and Taj remained calm. After a long moment of silence he snuck from behind the wall getting one in the foot making him drop, thudding on the floor.
He still shot his gun out signaling he was still alive. After a few minutes of shooting back and forth, Taj ran out of bullets.
He quickly grabbed his other 9mm and shot the second in the chest seconds later the gunshot pierced through his heart knocking him dead completely.
Thinking that they were both dead, Taj rose before being pierced in the right side of his stomach. As soon as he landed on the floor and he fired his gun shooting the other in the head.
"Shit." He winced seeing blood pour out of his wound onto his white tank top he wore currently.
"Taj!" Bella yelled thinking the worst as Milly cried silently.
"Y-yeah." Taj said dragging the bodies and closing them up in the closet so Milly wouldn't see.
"Bella!" Taj yelled grabbing the first aid kit. She had to take the bullet out before it coursed any deeper.
"Daddy I'm scared!" Milly admitted.
"Just hold on." He said as Bella walked over instantly gagging.
"Take it out, hurry up." He said grabbed the first aid kit and opened it while Bella lifted his shirt almost fainting.
"Here." He handed her the tweezers.
"I don't know what to do." She cried shaking, seeing all of the blood.
He helped her clean around the wound before grabbing the anesthesic from his first aid kit and rubbing it on his wound.
"Shit." He hissed from the rapid burning.
"You feel that?" He asked feeling on the bullet that didn't get far and she did also before nodding.
She dug in his skin with the tweezers making his let out groan in agony.
"Man hurry up!" He yelled at her as she tried to grab onto the bullet that was too deep.
"I can't its too deep." She shakes her head.
"Why can't we just go to hospital?"
He digs in the drawer ignoring her and brought out a knife.
"No, no I'm not doing that." She shakes her head.
"I'll do it then." He said sticking the knife inside his wound letting out a manly scream. He wedged it pushing the bullet upwards but it hurted badly.
