Kill You

Broken glass and used bullets littered the floor carelessly. I struggled to catch my breath as I slid behind the couch. The impact of the bullets vibrated against my back as the furnishing became a torn piece of leather and linen coverings.

Reloading my gun, I shouted over the deafening noise.

"I fucking liked that couch!" I stood with a gun pointed at him, not wavering and his actions mirrored mine. He smiled at me and the next thing I knew, another raspy breath could be heard behind me. The cold metal was placed at the back of my head.

"You wouldn't." I giggled...

"Ooh I will." He chocked.

"You'd miss me too much." I tease bitterly.