Chasing You (Terrell Clarricoates Fan Fiction)

Chapter 17

There's a man that wears a red face covering instead of the black ones that Terrell's mafia wears. I spot Terrell and he's holding a gun. I stand out of sight as I wait. I was supposed to talk to Terrell before this happened. Now what am I supposed to do? I watch the situation as it escalates. Terrell's men lift their guns and Terrell points his gun at the man's head. Just as Terrell is about to pull the trigger, his eyes find mine. They widen and he hesitates. The man sees the hesitation and snatches the gun from Terrell. He presses the tip of the barrel against Terrell's head as he falls to his knees. Fuck!

Everything happens in slow motion. The man cocks the gun and presses his finger on the trigger to kill Terrell. Without hesitation I pull the gun out from behind me and lift it. It takes me half a second to aim it at the man's chest and without hesitation I pull the trigger.

Terrell's eyes never leave mine. I lower my gun as the man falls to the ground. Terrell stands quickly and takes the gun from the man's hands and checks his pulse. By the look on Terrell's face, I know he's dead. I just killed a person. I must be in shock because I don't feel a single thing.

Terrell rushes over to me and takes the gun from my hand. He watches he cautiously.

"Caroline?" He speaks. I lift my eyes to meet his, letting him know I can hear him. Last time the gun shot fucked me up but not this time. I saved Terrell's life and I don't feel guilty. I'm sure the guilt will set in later.

"Are you okay?" He asks. A man walks over and Terrell hands the guns to him before he grabs my arms and lowers his head to look at me deeply.

"I'm fine," I say. He's relieved that I spoke clearly.

"Okay, come here," he pulls at my arm. He tries to block my view of the dead body but I still catch a glimpse. He takes me a room and walks us in before shutting the door behind us. There's a couch and a table. He walks me to the couch and has me sit.

"What are you doing here?" He asks as he sits next to me.

"Saving your life apparently," I mumble.

"I saw you and I couldn't pull the trigger. I couldn't do that to you again," he says. I look at him.

"Well now I've killed someone. I'd say that's worse," I speak. I'm not mad at him though.

"He was a bad man. He raped and killed woman and children," Terrell speaks. That makes me feel better.

"I couldn't let him kill you," I breathe. He pulls me closer to him.

"I know baby," he mumbles.

"How did you know how to shoot like that?" He asks as he pulls away from me.

"My dad taught me when I was younger," I say. I bring my hands up and cover my face.

"God, I just killed someone," I groan into my palms. I feel his hand on my knee.

"I'm sorry Caroline. I shouldn't have hesitated," he sounds ashamed. I look up at him.

"It's not your fault. I understand why you did. I'm just- I don't know. I'm- I don't feel anything. Like... I'm not upset that I just took someone's life," I try to explain.

"The second I saw him put that gun to your head... I didn't even think. I just pulled the gun out and I had every intentioned of ending his life," I say. Terrell eyes me. He doesn't know what to say.

"I did this to you," he whispers sadly.

"No. I don't think so. I think if anyone wanted to hurt you I'd do everything I could to stop them, even if it meant killing them," I say. I love this man so much that I would kill people to save his life.

"You don't feel bad at all?" He asks.

"No, if I didn't pull that trigger, then you would be dead and I would've killed him anyways," I say confidently. That man wouldn't have walked out of this building alive if he had killed Terrell. Terrell's eyes stare into mine. I can't tell what he's thinking. I just told him I'd kill someone for hurting him.

"Say something," I mumble. He shakes his head softly and bites his lip.

"I love you," he mumbles. He presses his lips to mine before pulling away. He watches me cautiously.
 
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asks again. I nod my head. I'm surprisingly okay.

"Okay. Stay here okay. I need to go sort some shit out and then we'll go home," he says.

"Home?" I question.

"I got my place back," he states. Before I get a chance to protest he leaves me alone in the room and closes the door.