Chrysan's POV
"Shoot him, Chrysan!" Alvis urged and the crowd started to chant the same thing.
My hands were trembling while holding the black g*n as I gaze at Clave who is creeping into the ground, barely breathing.
For some reason, a certain memory popped into my mind.
"Chrysan! Shoot them!" I almost let go of the g*n that I'm holding with my short and shaking hands while aiming at my dad's people who are ready to catch every bullet that I will let go of.
Tears started flowing from my eyes while pointing at one of them. "M-Mommy, I can't do it!" I said and slowly lowered the g*n but suddenly I heard a gunshot making me recoil as my whole body shivered.
I cried even more when Dad seized my jaw and aimed the barrel of his g*n at my neck making my whole body rigid where am I standin
