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"Fuck, fuck, fuck." He muttered, his long fingers pulling at his hair.

"I'm sorry, C, I'm so fucking sorry." He said.

I'd never seen him so out of control. My boy. So lost and frightened. And I was in shock. My body refused to move.

"Char." He took my face in between his hands.
"Listen to me, I'm going to get us out of this. Its all my fault, I'm so fucking sorry. It'll be alright."

His bold, green eyes left mine, looking up. They widened in terror, and I could tell there was nothing left to do.

I sat there, watching him slowly rise, as the gun cocked behind me.