Vanessa
Dre remains motionless, but the silence behind him makes me dread the worst.
“Holy s**t…”
Drowned in a crushing wave of anxiety, my heart hammers violently inside my chest. Never could I have imagined that one day I’d be pointing a gun at someone. Yet my first instinct was to grab mine with both hands and hold it straight in front of me. The cold metal reminds me to stay focused, though I’m not sure I could actually pull the trigger.
I would’ve preferred never to end up here.
Suddenly, the table goes flying above my head in a violent gust. Jericho is forced to step back quickly so he doesn’t get caught in the swing, then I hear the wood shatter when the furniture hits the wall. Everyone in the room stirs around me, and without lowering my arm, I struggle to stand up on my legs
