Chapter 195. Fighting for My Life

I should be dead.

I was certain I’d be killed the moment I saw Mateo by the front door.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen him look as mad as he looked a couple of minutes ago.

Somehow, by the grace of God perhaps, when I saw him approaching me with that gun pointed at my face, I managed to take it from his hand after sparring with him and shot him in the shoulder. I think.

I didn’t stay there to confirm. I didn’t wait to see if he was injured or not. 

I simply ran out of the house, not daring to look back, not even once. 

It’s been a few minutes, and I’m still blindly running through the neighborhood, trying to think of what to do or where to go. 

There’s no one on the street that I can ask for help, and even if there were, I’d be so afraid that Mateo would kill them for helping me that I don’t think I would ask for help anyway.

It’s cold outside, and I’m still only wearing my shower robe, and even though I don’t dare to