JAMES
“Stephen!” Jasper stumbles up and holds Steve before he falls to the ground. The screams of the cops warning my father to drop the gun and get on his knees are so repetitive I’ll have nightmares about them for years. Blood flows, bright and thick, through the wound as if it were endless and bile rushes down my throat. Nathaniel holds me tightly; I don’t know whether to protect me or to prevent me from shooting out into the collapsed body.
“Sir, drop the gun, now!” All the officers have surrounded him, but my father has no intention of doing what he’s being so fiercely advised to do.
“Sam, get the f**k over here now!” Jasper’s hands are crimson and slippery from Steve’s vital fluid, as he’s putting pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding from continuing. Sam and Coach rush to he
