Kill or be killed

I'll Promise You

"I said to fucking kill her!"
My father yelled at Hunter.

The sound echoed through my ears as painful screams left my mouth, hurting my throat.

My hand unconsciously raised to hold my bleeding shoulder while I fell forward on my knees whimpering in pain, but not removing my eyes off Hunter.

The smoke still coming out the gun covered his face and I looked down at my arm that was now pierced with a bullet.

"Fuck.."
My voice trembled as I closed my eyes trying to hold it in.

How many more times do I have to get shot..

"You can't do anything"
My father said pulling out his own gun

The gun was directed in my way but Hunter, in a quick and swift move bashed the butt of the gun over his head.
He fell unconscious to the floor.

The only sound left in the room was my heavy breathing as I stared confused at my fathers body on the floor.

"The fuck.."
I whispered looking up a Hunter who threw the empty barrel on the floor and replaced it with a new one.

"I don't take orders from anyone. Especially not a low life motherfucker"
He said kicking my fathers body

"He's no use to me. Consider me doing you a favour and getting rid of him"
Hunter said Pointing the gun at his head

"Wait.."
I suddenly said making him raise his brows and meet my eyes.

"He deserves to die from my hands", I said putting aside the pain.

His eyes travelled down to my arm and watched the blood travelling down.

After a few seconds he let out a groan
"Get up", he said putting his gun back into his belt.

Standing up, he left the room to which I followed while keeping my eye on my father.
I slowly followed him seeing a dark and narrow hallway , and not to mention the horrible smell.

Finally seeing some light I entered a small room that had a dim light.
Hunter was tightening the back of his suit while I walked closer.

"Sit on the table"

A loud gulp left me after hearing that sentence.

I don't trust him one bit, but he's the one with a gun and I'm the wounded one.

Sitting up on the table I pulled my jacket off revealing the wound that was on my arm.
My vest was completely ruined. Half of it was ripped practically exposing my back.

My back was faced to Hunter while he gathered some medical equipment.
I was busy staring at my arm when Hunter turned around.

But he stopped.
His eyes slowly traced my back looking at every scar that was on there.
He had so many questions..
Wanting to know where each scar came from..

He diverted his gaze and came in front of me.

"Hold my belt hoop"
He said putting some liquid on a cotton.
I hesitantly gripped his belt loop as he stood in between my legs.

His hand then wrapped around my arm, while I looked away from his eyes.
Without even a second he put the cotton on my arm.

"Ow..", I groaned clenching my jaw.
He ignored me and carried on.
Keeping ahold of his belt I leaned back a bit while he looked for the bullet.
I clenched my eyes shut feeling immense pain.

After he pulled the bullet out he cleaned it again and then pulled out a surgical stapler.
He positioned it on my arm and then pressed it down

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