Chapter Seventy

My ears are ringing with the sound of gunshots, I just can't seem to get rid of them. It's been barely a second since he's gone and that's all I can hear. I attempt to stop the noise by plugging my ears with my fingers and crouch down into a ball on the floor, pulling my legs up to my chest and resting my head on my knees. I stare down at the weapon in my hands.

Since when have I been able to hold a gun?

I admire the different parts of it, tracing my fingers across the metal, in attempt to get my mind off of this violent situation.

What if he got shot? Are they gonna come get me? What are they gonna do with me? Will they rape me? Kill me? Is my life gonna end?

A millions questions race through my head as I try to comprehend what's going on. One second we're kissing in a pile of snow, the next I'm hiding and crying, hoping he'll come back alive.