Chapter 43

Caroline’s POV

“Sod it!” she said, firing the rifle once again. People had already stopped yelling because they were afraid that if they did, it would be to them to where she’d fire the gun. “You’re the son of a bitch. Are you the cause of my sister’s tears? Do you realize what you got yourself into?” She took the pointed rifle from Cassandra and aimed it at me. She strolled as though she was having fun. I’d swear she was walking under the moon by the way she walked.

I had just heard the sound of the rifle, and its point was already centered on my forehead since my brain was over trembling from something else. Even though there was no saliva coming from my tongue, I swallowed as if it would rescue me.

“From then until now, you’ve impeded everything. Did you realize that if I fire this firearm at your head, no one will come after me? That no one will know I did it?” She took the gun out of my head, but I was still restless. She aimed the rifle at the crowd. “Even th