Don't Believe What You See

Chapter Twenty Two

"Shoot the bitch, since you can't pay," Will said with a cocky smkrk resting on his lips. Peter stared right into Daniel's eyes, ready to pounce on him if he pulls that trigged. Pilar just stared, mentally fighting herself on what to do.

"I will shoot you if you don't shoot her," Will said raising his gun to Daniel, "I'm done playing games. One."

"Daniel, it's okay," Pilar said. Peter just stared at Pilar, trying to choke down his tears. He just got her back, he can't lose her again. Not like this.

"Two."

Daniel's tears finally started to fall, he couldn't do this. He couldn't get someone else killed for his stupid actions.

"Thre-" before Will could finish his word, Daniel spun around on his heel and shot him in between the eyes. Blood and brain pieces splatered all over the people behind him. Will's lifeless body fell to the ground, dropping the gun. Peter raced over and slid on the ground to get the gun. Daniel started shooting at the other people as he ducked behind the bar, shortly followed by Peter.

"Pilar! Get down!" Peter and Daniel shouted. The other people started firing back at Daniel and Peter, but they only hit the thick wood of the bar. Peter and Daniel emptied their rounds into the air. Seven out of ten of the bodies fell, blood spilled everywhere. Peter poked his head up to see no bodies left standing, but he knew there were still people alive.

"Where the hell did they go?" Daniel asked. Peter just shrugged his shoulders while searching for them. Then, a wave of pure terror hit him like a truck.

Pilar was gone.

"Pilar! Pilar, where are you?" Peter jumped from over the bar and ran to where he last saw her. Peter turned his head around and around, thinking she just crawled somewhere else.

"Peter!" He heard Pilar say his name with horror coating it. Peter whipped his head around and stared out the broken window. The last thing he saw was three men dragging Pilar in the back seat. Pilar tried to fight, but they over powered her. She mouthed 'I love you' before the black door shut and the car took off. Peter bolted out the door and tried to shoot the tires, but there was nothing left in the gun to shoot.

The truck left, and it was too fast to follow.

He couldn't believe this, she was gone.

She was actually gone.

Peter fell to his knees in the middle of the street and let the gun slip out of his grasp.

She was actually gone.

Peter didn't start to cry, he started to sob. He didn't care who saw, he didn't care what people thought, he just lost the love of his life, and that's worst than losing his own life.

She was actually gone.