It's Just A Business Thing

I stared, wide eyed as the bullet pierced my father's head. I opened my mouth but no sound came out. The person holding the gun was my father's gang enemy Jack Hurst, also the school's biggest player.

Jack turned "Lizzy! What the hell are you doing here!?" He shouted.

"Just visiting my father." I said gesturing to his dead body.

"What the fuck?"