Abigail
The gunshot rang out through the warehouse like thunder.
"Abigail!" Annette shrieked, tears slipping down her bruised face. "Abby, no-"
I rolled off Gavin, breathing heavily, patting myself hurriedly. No wound?
"You… bitch…"
Gavin's body slumped to the floor, blood already pooling rapidly from the wound in his stomach.
His eyes widened in shock, mouth opening and closing silently as he stared down at the growing red stain on his shirt. Annette and I screamed.
We scrambled backward, hearts pounding, the bat clattering to the ground as we put distance between the bleeding man and us.
Gavin coughed, blood bubbling from his lips, his hand pressing weakly against the wound as if that could stop the life draining out of him.
Oh my god. Oh my fucking gosh. Did I… did I shoot him? I was so angry that I had no idea what had happened, but we had been struggling for the gun.
He was going to kill Annette and me. He was going to kill my best friend. I had to do something.
