MY LEGS ARE NUMB, I can't feel the fresh blood seeping through my jeans. I try to push myself up, but it's no use, my legs were both f****d. One bullet lodged into my right thigh, the other my left calf. I should scream, I should curse. I should've done lots of things differently.
“I warned you to stay away, I told you what would happen.” He snarls, spitting on the ground.
“You rich kids are too f*****g spoilt, thinking you can have it all.”
I groan,
My body aching,
I can feel the blood, hot and pulsing through my thigh.
I don't swear him,
I don't curse.
I'm not stupid,
I know he'll finish me,
I know my limit.
My only hope is that the cops would find me. They knew where I was, I had barely managed to call them before the first bullet echoed through the air.
My hair matted to my
