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The gunshot rang in my ears. I watched, in slow motion, as the bullet hit Byron and he slid to the floor. The shocked look on his face mirrored mine. This wasn't supposed to happen to us.
I didn't feel my body as I flew over the kitchen counter. I didn't feel it when I collided with the b***h holding the gun. I didn't feel it when my knuckles hit her jaw. All I heard was my own scream. All I saw was the blood gushing out of Byron's chest and the glazed, shocked look in his eyes.
The blood spluttering out of his mouth as he struggled to breathe sharpened my focus. I grabbed the gun that had fallen out of Carol’s hands when I tackled her and crawled over to where Byron lay on the floor. Dropping the weapon next to him, I tried to put pressure on the wound like they did in all the hospit
