Taking sharp breaths, I continued to my new apartment. As expected, my pulse picked up so damn fast; my heart thudding heavily against my chest. My goodness. What did I just do? Does she deserve it? Yes. Do I feel bad? No. Am I scared? Yes. Do I give a f**k? No. You know what? That stranger was right. Maybe I do need a gun. Maybe I do need more guns; one for every member of Ricci’s family.
I stood up to grab an apple and realized; the cops might come here, hell the cops will come here. Screw that; I’ll figure it out.
I took a huge bite off the apple and flopped down on the couch, heavy sleep swelling in my eyes.
*FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER*
“Chelsea Star Ambers! Come out with your hands up!” A loud voice barked from my door. I jumped to my feet, too scared to breathe loud or stagger too
