Rosa's pov
"Rosa...", my mama screamed.
Panic was clear in her voice as she started running towards us.
"Mama... stop there. I'm alright", I told her.
I took slow steps towards the gun until I felt the cold metallic muzzle of the gun against my forehead.
I grabbed unto his hand, making sure his grip on the gun was firm and if he wanted to really shoot, he wouldn't miss his target.
"I'm not afraid of you, Norman Smith and I am not leaving here until I finish saying what I have to say so if you are planning to shoot me if I speak another word, then just pull the trigger right now and end my life".
"Rosa, what are you doing?" he asked.
"You pointed a gun at me in the woods earlier and you just pointed it at me because you want to shoot me, right?" I asked
"Rosa... calm down..." he
