“Where did you get that?” I ask as I look at Ethan while I stand there, trying to figure out the situation.
“Oh, so you’re going to point a gun at my head, huh? Well, I guess I might die a dramatic death,” Says Roger, taunting Ethan.
“Well, it’s not gonna be me, Says Ethan while he looks at me.”
It was surreal. Everything I wanted was in front of me. I wanted Roger out of the picture and Ethan made it possible to fulfil it. I had every opportunity to do what he did to me. To make him realise the true meaning of the torture he inflicted on me.
Ethan lowers the gun and hides it at the back of his waist.
“Pulling the trigger would only do you a blessing you don’t deserve. States Ethan.”
“So, what’re you going to do? Huh? Ask Roger. I could see he was getting frustrated.”
“Well, it’s no
