The Wrong Love

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"No!" I  yelled as I heard the gunshot and a body hit the floor. I ran over to his limp body and he took his last breath. I held his head while the blood flowed from where the bullet had went through.

"Help!" I yelled for hours til I walked over to the sink, washed my hands, kissed his forehead and grabbed the gun out of his hand.  I said a quick prayer and headed to the mans house that had killed my father. Pancho. I cocked the gun and knocked on the door. He opened  it and I made it look like I wanted to seduce him.

"So you finally want some of this?" He asked, cocky.

"Yeah" i said and wrapped my arms around his neck. I pulled my robe off and he looked at me lustfully. He tapped my thigh and I jumped on his waist as he led us to his bedroom.

He stood in the center of the room with only his boxers on. Pancho was darkskin with a 6 pack, a couple of tattoos and the most beautiful smile in the world. He can definitely get it now. But he's dead. I went behind him and pulled the gun out of my backside.

"Why?" I asked calmly as I pressed the gun against the back of his head.

"You dont wanna do that, babygirl."

"Yes I do." I said before I pulled the trigger. His friend that I saw earlier ran upstairs, I shot him too. I put on my robe, found some gloves, got my prints off the gun. I walked out of the house, all the way home. This was all at the age of 14.