yours | Colby Brock (book 2)

eight

"Do you know how to shoot this?" Sam asked Cole as he handed him a pistol.
   
Sam took Cole to a shooting range so they will be prepared for their plan.
   
Cole looked at the gun in his hand as a little flash of memory of Cole shooting Benjamin in the shoulder played in his head.
   
"Cole." Sam snapped his fingers in front of Cole, bringing him out of his memory. "Um, yeah. Shouldn't be to hard, right?" You can hear how uncertain Cole was by the sound of his voice.
   
Sam shook his head and moved out of the window view for Cole to stand in his spot. "Remember shoulders back, aim, and shoot." Cole nodded his head before pointing the gun to the shooting paper.
   
One. Two. Three. Four times Cole shot. They brought the paper back to see how he did. "Well, it could of been worse." Sam said as they stared at the paper. "How did you even shoot him last time?" Cole didn't hit the figure on the paper, he got everywhere else on the paper.
   
They stayed for the next few hours until Cole finally hit the figure on the paper. He only got the shoulder but it was better progress than before.
   
After the shooting rang, the boys decided to go grab fast food for the 8th time this week. "I don't know how you expect this plan to work." Cole was nervous and the plan made no sense to him.
   
"You just gotta trust me."
    
Cole nodded, even though he didn't trust it. He felt like this was a death mission for either one of them. Cole didn't want to die, again, but he also didn't want Madilyn to be with Benjamin any longer.
   
"No!" Madilyn screamed as Benjamin stood at the front door. He clenched his fist as he stared at her. "There is no argument about this!" He screamed back.
   
She crossed her arms over her chest and laughed.
   
"You're right, there is no argument cause what I say goes." Benjamin released his fists to clench them again. "No-" He started to yell but Madilyn quickly cut him off.
    
"You made every decision since you kidnapped me! What I eat. What color we dye my hair. How we cut my hair. What I look like! I can go on and on about how you control my life! But this, this is my decision. You have no say in it!" Madilyn yelled as she finally stood up for herself.