Chapter 2. One Chance

Jacob

I leaned against the wall, watching that bastard practice shooting with an apple perched on my head like some kind of twisted gangster game. But what could I say? I needed his support to get to his daughter, and if I didn’t play along, he wouldn’t let me near her.

Fuck my luck!

He was furious. Completely and utterly furious, and I couldn’t blame him. Any father would feel the same—I messed up. Big time. Not just once, but in multiple ways. And in the midst of it all, I ended up fucking hurting her, which I should’ve avoided at all costs.

Bang.

The shot landed perfectly in the middle of the apple, and I clenched my fists at my sides. It wasn’t that I was afraid of the bullets—I knew these bullets were harmless since it was just a balloon shooting gun. What angered me was that Samuel’s tantrums were wasting a lot of my time.

I needed to see her.

It had been sixteen whole days, and I hadn’t even caught a glimpse of her. I was dying