Cole's POV
I kept driving and driving and driving, my hands holding onto the wheel for dear life. The road blurred in front of me, headlights streaking past like bullets, and all I could think about was the gunfire and the screaming and the way everything had gone to hell in a matter of seconds.
"s**t, s**t, s**t!" I slammed my fist against the steering wheel three times in fury. Each hit sent a slice of pain up my arm, but I couldn't stop. My brain was replaying the chaos over and over again. All of it was my fault. I'd started this. I'd pulled the trigger and dragged everyone else down with me.
What the hell was I thinking? What the hell did I just do?
My phone started ringing. I fumbled with it, nearly dropping it twice before I managed to swipe the screen and press it to my ear.
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