Ethan
No. No!
How could I have screwed this up? Two lives depended on it, and I couldn’t manage to body slam a hundred-and-thirty-pound junkie?
I could have taken him down without so much as breaking a sweat if I’d just committed. It was my split second of hesitation that doomed us. Look at him! His hands are shaking. His watery, blue eyes are bloodshot. Did I seriously believe he’d have the presence of mind to aim and fire a gun in the instant it would take me to bring him down? What a coward I am!
I hate myself even more when I see Jade’s eyes. They look like my mom’s used to when Dad was waling on her: wide and focused, totally alert, yet full of terror. Her body is taut and rigid, but trembling at the same time.
I swear to God, if this guy so much as lays a hand on Jade, I’ll kill him.
Or die trying.
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