Salty tears burn my eyes as I sink to the floor, my whole world has crashed down on my shoulders and I don't know if I can take it. With my palms sweaty and heart racing, I look up into his eyes and choke out "How are you out of french fries?!"
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James POV
I fell to my knees and feel the tears start to fall, I can't remember the last time I cried. I don't cry, rarely ever.
Grace looks around in confusion before looking down, her soft brown eyes widen and she sways. Instantly I run towards her and catch her before she fell.
"Gracie." I sob, choking on my tears. I pull out my gun and instantly shoot Darren, he hurt my angel.
"James we gotta go help Grace." Sadie says, touching my shoulder. Zane and Bates grabbed Darren's body and took him off somewhere, I look back down at Grace and nod.
I pick Gracie up in my arms and jump in the car, I was speeding towards the gang house as fast as humanly possible.
We have our own gang doctor, since we get into so many fights. We would go to the hospital but they ask too many questions.
My hands were trembling, I could barely steer the wheel. I tried to calm down but nothing could ease my worries right now, the only thing I actually cared about is at risk.
I look over at Gracie, her shirt was almost soaked in blood.
I wanted to kill Darren with my own bare hands, I don't know if I actually killed him. I just went along with my anger and shot him.
"That bastard is in for it!" I snap, turning into the driveway and carrying my Gracie inside.
Sadie followed me inside, she yells "John!"
In two seconds flat, John came jogging towards the door. "Yes Miss Sadie?"
"We need help, now!" Sadie says in worry, she shifts her small body on the balls of her feet, tucking a strand of light brown hair behind her ear.
"On it." John tries to reach out for Grace, out of instinct I take a step back protectively.
"Sir, may I see her?" John asks.
"James- she needs help." Sadie says in a rush, biting her lip in worry.
"I'm coming with." I announce, John nods and lets me take her to the medical room.
It took fifteen minutes the find the bullet and take it out, luckily it didn't go as deep as we thought.
"She needs lots of rest. Here's all the medication, the directions on the back." John says, taking his bloody gloves off.
