RORY
I zone out over the next few minutes as the four people in my living room get locked in a heated argument. It’s not deliberate. I simply cannot, for the life of me, comprehend why someone would want me dead.
The shooting.
What if Avery had not been there to push me out of the way that day? That bullet had sailed right past my head, missing me by mere centimeters. I’d be dead.
My dad had been right. I’d thought he was being over-protective and paranoid by wanting to get me a bodyguard but he wasn’t. That bullet had been meant…for me.
Oh my God.
My hands are shaking so bad and my legs have become so unsteady, I have to walk away from them to sit on the couch. Fear has closed up my vocal chords, making it impossible to formulate words.
Someone really is after my life.
This
