Molly
My stomach drops so hard it feels like it hits the floor of the car.
The next gunshot is louder than the first, sharp and violent, the sound slamming straight into my skull. I scream before I can stop myself, my whole body shaking as another shot follows, then another. My head starts pounding immediately, like someone is hitting it from the inside.
“Cover your ears,” Charles says quickly. “Molly, cover your ears.”
I do it without thinking, clamping my hands over my ears and curling forward, heart racing so fast I can feel it in my throat. Even with my ears covered, the sounds still get through. The pops of gunfire. The screech of tires. The roar of engines pushing beyond what feels safe.
Is this my f*****g life now? Courtrooms in the morning, attempted murder by night.
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