Thirty-seven

  I turn and that earn me a slap from the person pointing the gun, I lose my balance and fall on the floor, my stomach jab in pain. I move back surprise at who has the gun in her hands.

Her eyes burn at me with hatred I have no idea of.

"Rosa...what the hell are you doing?"

"Doing? Oh, heh– hmm... Let's presume what I should've done when I had the chance."

I stare at her in disbelief. The weak, all smiling innocently girl I met disappeared leaving a cold-hearted pest with me.

"Hey, hey, we're on the same side, remember?" Maybe she loses her memory somewhere in the boat when running.

"The same side?" she burst into a peal of heavy laughter that brings tears down her face. She holds her tummy, while controlling to stop laughing.

She moves forward and kicks my stomach, I groan whining in pain.