She was fire; he was ice.
He was bad and she was good.
He was rude cocky and arrogant. She was sarcastic, depressed and lonely.
Opposites attract. But so do lies, murder, bets, and promises.
For we are all crooked souls trying to stay up straight...
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Chapter37: The Good Girl's Promise
• FEEDING LIMBS TO LIONS WITH CHOCOLATE & MARSHMALLOWS •
• KIMBERLY •
I turned very slowly, hands out at my sides and turned to catch a glimpse of the person. From the corner of my vision, all I could see was a black mask with a dark black hood and a shiny object pointed in my direction.
A shiny object that could be so deadly with one move.
I fully turn to see the person. This is the person who killed my parents. Standing only three yards away from me. I was expected to feel anger coursing through my veins, but all I could feel was the sweat at the base of my neck and the bullet that was straining to release in the chamber of that gun.
The person beneath the black clothes was taller than me, had a build that made me classify them as a man. As my wide eyes stared at this person and then at the gun, I felt the fear that my parents felt, probably looking at the same gun pointed at them before bullets met their heads.
I grimaced, releasing that image from my head in a situation that could turn out just the same. I mustered up the courage and said through the crisp night air, "I have the money. But in return, I want something."
The black mask and hood tilted with the head that was attached to the person. Then they spoke...but to my dismay, they had a voice mutualized device inserted into the mask, not allowing me to pick up on the voice that could classify the person. Well, what the hell did you expect, Kimberly? They...he is not stupid.
"That wasn't apart of the deal. Hand over the money, and you don't die early, that is the deal. Now, give me the damn money before I put a bullet in your head or the police will arrest your brother for life behind bars."
The gun tightened in his hand.
My body froze as I glanced at the gun. My hands were held up, as if to block any of the bullets from coming close to me. This would have been a really good time to have superpowers.
"Okay, the money is in my pocket." I glanced down at the large pocket, as sweat built up on the bridge of my nose.
"Take it out of the pocket slowly and toss it over to me."
I objected, "I can't toss the money. It will scatter everywhere."
"Take our the damn money, b*tch! Don't test me!" The gun shook violently in his hand. I felt my body shake as I stumbled over my words.
