Oliver
“Dad! No!” I cry out as my father tumbles to the floor before running up to him. “Why did you do this? He came to kill you.” I ask, tears pooling in my eyes as I press on his wound. Why would he jump in front of the bullet when he was clearly here to kill him? “Because he’s my son too,” he says, his eyes drooping close. “Get out of here! Just leave!” my mother says, her voice breaking, and I turn my head to look at the bastard that did this as he stands there, looking at us like he’s dazed, causing me to clench my jaw, feeling a sudden surge of rage. I reach for my gun, deciding to finish this, but my mother takes it first.
“No! Stop this! Don’t you see what you have done?! Your father might lose his life because of your madness. This is enough!”
“He started it, mom! This is hi
