Kill or be killed

To many scars.

(Veronica's POV:)

I looked around trying to find a phone. Nothing. He didn't have anything.
I went back to his body and started going through his pockets, there was only drugs and his gun.
I took his gun and kept it in my pocket.

I need to call Hunter. I'm fucking starving. I come back from London, I find out that I'm being kidnapped. I jump out a car. See a head without a body. Nearly get raped. What the fuck is next.

I need food.
I went into the kitchen and started looking
Through the fridge. Nothing but alcohol.....eh why not.
Instead of grabbing a glass I just drank straight out the bottle. This just isn't my day.
Why. WHY ME.
Anger took over me and I threw the bottle at the wall.

Fuck. What am I doing. I need to get rid of the body. I can't have no police coming in here and finding this damn body.
But I need to get out of these clothes.
I went upstairs. This place is nice. Not too big and not too small. Perfect. Something I'll never have.
I went inside a room which looked like a females one.
I checked the wardrobe and saw a lot of beautiful clothes. Whoever lived here had a good fashion sense.

I picked out a black tight vest with a cardigan.
I picked some jeans. Well. I still look the same. Except for my messed up hair. I really need a hair cut. My hairs gone lower than my waist.
I brushed out my hair and went downstairs.

The smell of his body started spreading around the house. I need to get rid of it.
How the hell do I get him outside. No way am I carrying him.
I grab his legs and start dragging him on the floor.

I put all my strength in dragging his body.
Eventually I got outside, now I just have to lift this shit up and throw him in the garbage.
How on earth do I do that.

I put my hands under his arms lifting him up and chucking him over my shoulder into the garbage.
"Dumbass"
I muttered before going back in the house.
Where am I. Where even is this place. I've never heard of it or seen it.

I started looking in the house. Seeing if I can find anything. The kitchen was useless. There were 3 rooms but they didn't have anything useful.
I give up. I just want to go home. I went down the stairs ready to leave.
When I hear banging sounds on the door.

I backed away from the door. My heart beating fast.
"BAILEY OPEN THIS GODAMN DOOR. NOW. I WANT MY MONEY".
He shouted still banging.
Shit.
I ran in the kitchen nearly slipping. Need a place to hide.
I looked around. Nothing. The rooms barley had anything in them for me to hide.
What am I going to do?

"OPEN. THIS. FUCKING. DOOR."
I jumped at the sound. This is bad. Bailey or whatever his name was dead. This man is clearly angry.

Suddenly the door broke open and a tall man entered with a furious look.
"Who the fuck are you?"
He said in a disgust tone.
Motherfucker. Who does he think he is.
"Where is he?"
He says looking through doors.

"Your wasting your time. He's dead"
He stopped and looked at me.
"You think your sly. Huh. Acting up"
He took a knife and came closer pointing it in my face.
"Where is he"
He says with his jaw clenched.

"Like I said. Dead"
I say looking him dead in the eye. I shouldn't be afraid. I'm Veronica Valentina García. No one scares.
"One. Last. Time".
I felt something on my stomach. I look down and see a gun.
Well.

"How about you turn your dumbass around and go look in the garbage. You'll see his body"
A smirk approached his face. He turned around and started laughing. He kept a distance between us, before turning around and pointing the gun in my direction.

"You. You wasted my time. I want my money. But I feel like you dead would make it up".
He took the safety off and kept it in my direction.

I quickly reach in my pocket and pull my gun out.
"Your messing with someone you shouldn't be"
I say pointing the gun at him.

"Oh you've gotten your self into deep shit. You should have just told me when you had the chance.......let's skip to the good bit".

*BANG BANG BANG BANG*

Loud screams escaped my mouth.
I fell on my knees not being able to stand. His body fell to the ground, with a bullet in his head and shoulder.

My eyes widened and looked down slowly, the blood starting to come out of my shoulder and chest.

A choked whimper suddenly left my mouth, as the gun fell from my hands and I placed my hand over my chest..

"H-help.."
I tried to scream but my voice just didn't come out.

The feeling of the bullet inside of me increased the pain and it felt like I was actually going to die.

The pain. 
I-I can't.

My vision started going blurry.
"No.."
My voice broke out
Blood. Blood was everywhere. I'm going to bleed to death. 

"H-Hunter.."
I whispered out before the pain took over abs My eyes slowly closed,  my body falling flat to the ground.