Sin's Point Of View
"Do it, my father ordered, shoving me in the back. "Just f*cking pull the trigger."
I grip the gun in my hands with my elbows angled slightly outward. It's just a dummy, I remind myself. Just a bunch of foam and rubber. It's not alive. This is just for practice. I listen to my thoughts, bending my elbow at a 45 degree angle.
"Why are you thinking so much? Shoot the d*mn gun Sin." He steps back as I nod, preparing to shoot.
The dummy stands tall. Seven yards away. With my hands and arms positioned correctly, I have a rigid grip. Without thinking, I squeeze the trigger. The sound of the g*nshot is piercing even with the silencer on. The b*llet soars through the air and mine and my fathers eyes are glued to it as it cuts straight through the padded exterior of the dummy.
My father starts laughing, a loud cackling sound like I just said the funniest joke in the world. He slams his hand against my back, promoting a stinging feeling after it's absent.
"Nice aim, Sin. Almost perfect." He turns toward the front of the cabin and gets in his car. I follow behind him and once we're both in the car, he's grinning like an idiot. He takes the gun out of my hand, puts it in the glove compartment and shoves the keys in the ignition.
"Let's go get a drink to celebrate." He chuckles as he backs out of the driveway.
"And what are we celebrating again?" I raise an eyebrow.
"All will be revealed soon son," he answers. "I have to take a business trip next week and as soon as I'm back, I'll explain everything."
"What's a business trip have to do with it?" I give him a puzzled look.
"In due time Sin. In due time."
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Delicate As Sin
Teen Fiction"Do it," My father ordered, shoving me in the back. "Just pull the f*cking trigger." Sin is a seventeen year old guy who hasn't had a normal life in the slightest. His father has a secret job he doesn't know about and a lot of the time, makes him do...
