Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE | Sebastion & Savannah
"SHOOT, SEBASTION. COME on." I tried to convey to him that he must make use of the weapon in his hands if he wanted to get out alive. The man, who was holding me captivated, moved the gun so it was placed on my temples. Sebastion fucking Meyers, snap out of your reverie.
"D-Don't hurt her," he desperately tried as he failed the gun at them. "Release her. N-Now." He paused to take care of his glasses that were falling off of his sweaty nose.
Pathetic.
"What the hell are you doing?" I hissed but the moment I had uttered these words, I was pulled back with a harsh tug. "Just shoot the asshole and be done with it."
Sebastion shook his head, obsidian waves coiling around his ears in a boyish way. "I-I'm holding a...live gun in my hands. I have a gun with me."
His hands were shaking badly, left leg vibrating more as compared to the rest of his body. The shakiness was coursing through him wildly until they finally took over his mental capabilities and he lost it. It was then he cracked and the lower lip began to quiver with the exhilarating fear. I mentally facepalmed.
"I-I can't kill-" he mumbled, staring right at me. The man who was holding me captive let out a throaty laugh to mock him.
"Push the trigger," I ordered, eyeing him with severity. My voice was devoid of emotions but this was the only way I taught Cora to be strong. "Kill the Thunder."
Sebastion Meyers was done being strong for today because his hands begin to lower down towards the ground. His innocence and the complex purity that lived inside him won his conscious over. The good in him was dominant over his fear. He couldn't kill even when he had the weapon at his disposal.
After all, he was just a boy.
Seventeen.
Like Holly.
Soon, the eyes that were sheltering fear were centered around pain. The pain turned into mind numbing tears. I zoned out their jeering laughter as I found myself confused by his behavior. A single tear leaked from his left eye as he gently shook his head. "Savanah," he whimpered out, almost resorting to begging. "Please don't make me do this. I can't be a murderer."
I gritted my teeth.
Great, I have an angel to protect now. Just great.
Putting my elbow at out front, I pulled it and then released it on my captivator like a slingshot. Immediately, he staggered back while his two hands shot out to control the sudden nose bleeding that I had caused. He let out a muffled groan.
