~~Jennifer~~
With the help of Croft backup men that later came to our rescue, Lucy was able to speed away from the scene of the attack. I only remember blood: on my hands, on Peculiar’s dress, on the seats, so warm it felt like it had become part of me.
Lucy was screaming something, maybe my name, or God, but the only sound I fully heard was Peculiar’s voice, thin and trembling like a candle about to go out.
“Jenny… don’t… don’t let me die…” And I couldn’t breathe. I held her as the car tore away from the battlefield on that lonely road, bullets echoing behind us, Croft’s men clearing the path and My mother was crying so hard she couldn’t form words.
Happy kept whispering prayers, hands shaking uncontrollably. Everything was chaos, but Peculiar’s blood kept flowing too much.
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