Chapter 22 - Saint
Lacey's POV: I’m hallucinating, reviewing Sarah getting shot, the 16-year-old girl, then Brent getting shot, I’m shot and bleeding, dragging myself to kill the motherfuckers around me and I’m out of my current reality, pulled in the past reality. One past reality which for four years I’ve shoved it in the back of my mind to help my dad go through his ordeals. “Brent! Brent! f**k!” I’m shooting with both my guns the incoming army of people. It’s just me and Brent and the girl. Several of our people are down and the rest are outside. Another bullet burns my heart this time, but I have the adrenaline rush and keep myself on my feet. “Son of a b***h!” I turn my right g*n and shoot the fucker in his head to his death. “Saint! The girl….” Brent is shot down, barely speaking at my back a
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