“Sweetheart, I’ll be right back!”
“No, Papa!
“Listen to me,” I yelled. “Stay here!”
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
The hail of bullets could only come from a machine gun. It pinned us down; however, it was enough time. Walking to the other side of Calliope’s bed, opening the panels, I grabbed a mask putting it over my face.
Thank God, someone came. I really needed to kill a motherfucker today.
And any motherfucker was better than no motherfucker.
10
“An ounce of prevention
is worth a pound of cure.”
~Benjamin Franklin
MELODY
BOOM!
The ceiling above us shook so hard that dust fell on top of us. I glanced over at Liam, and he exhaled, pinching the bridge of his nose with his good hand.
“Can we ever have a dull year? Just one?” he asked.
Ignoring him, I got up, quickly grabbing my gun. “Melody, I’m sure he’s got it under control.”
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
BANG!
“That is definitely a military-grade machine gun,” I said, moving to check out on the rest of the floor. Seeing no one, I moved on, quickly surveying the area, but I couldn’t see much damage from this angle
“It could be his machine gun,” Liam said behind me. “If we go and ruin anything else, he might just shoot you.”
“My son won’t shoot me,” I said, moving back to the door.
“How about me, then?” He asked.
I frowned, turning to him, wishing he’d get off his fucking ass already. “Are you coming with me or not?”
“Exactly what am I supposed to do with one good arm?”