Harry's POV
I panicked and froze up, just staring at him.
"Hello Harry. Did you miss me?"
I stayed silent.
"Did you really think that I would let you win that easily?"
He walked closer to me.
"Your really going to suffer this time."
He pointed the gun at me.
I feel as if I can't move. I'm sitting here staring at the gun. Waiting for it to go off, and blow up my brains.
He puts his finger on the trigger.
"Any last words?" he asks.
"I love you so much Nicole, and I love you so much too my little Layla."
He lowers the gun to his side.
Shit.
Shit.
Shit.
He knows I have a kid now.
"Layla?" he questions.
He looks at who's laying in between Nicole and I.
"Ahhhhhh... Layla. Is she mine?"
"NO! She's my flesh and blood!"
He tried to pick her up but I slapped his hand away.
He glared at me.
"Don't mess with me boy!"
He now just looked at her.
"She's a beauty."
All I did was glare at him.
"What do you want?!" I asked him.
"Revenge." he said and he raised the gun at me one more time, put his finger on the trigger and pushed.
My life flashed before my eyes, but I heard glass shatter behind me.
And Nicole was on top of me.
She had pushed me down, and risked her own life to save me.
"Nicole!" I smiled at her, and she smiled back down at me.
"I love y--"
BANG!!!
Her smile vanished, and her eyes screamed out her pain before they closed. She dropped onto my, almost lifeless.
I looked over at my uncle who had an evil grin on his face.
"Its called revenge." Is what he said.
I looked back at Nicole.
He shot her in the head.
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