Jacob
I leaned against the wall, watching that bastard practice shooting with an apple perched on my head like some kind of twisted gangster game. But what could I say? I needed his support to get to his daughter, and if I didn't play along, he wouldn't let me near her.
Fuck my luck!
He was furious. Completely and utterly furious, and I couldn't blame him. Any father would feel the same- I messed up. Big time. Not just once, but in multiple ways. And in the midst of it all, I ended up f*****g hurting her, which I should've avoided at all costs.
Bang.
The shot landed perfectly in the middle of the apple, and I clenched my fists at my sides. It wasn't that I was afraid of the bullets- I knew these bullets were harmless since it was just a balloon shooting gun. What angered m
