Chapter 88

He takes a step forward, his hands in his pockets, and he keeps coming towards me, eyes on me like a dear taming it's prey. Why is he looking at me like that? I walk close to the bed, face straight at him, and stand in line with where I know my two guns are lying. If he knows about my plans, then he surely is here to torture me and maybe finish me off. But he won't succeed. I know the first thing I will get is a slap. I will make sure I fall on the bed, then I will roll over to the other side and fall to the floor. Then I will pull one of the guns and blow his empty brains out.

That simple. And all shall be over. I will be left to deal with my gross sister and the whereabouts of my father, and my mother will have gotten justice.

He is standing right in front of my nose now, bold and straight, while I am here struggling to even breathe. I thought killing would be that easy, so why am I now shaking even with my mere imagination of killing him?

‘Deep breath, Gia, and r