"I need your help," I instruct firmly, pulling open the boot of Michelle's car. It's a sleek jet black SUV with tinted front windows — perfect for this kind of plan.
"What do you need?" Ben responds on the opposite end of the phone. I breathe in sharply, unable to believe I'm about to ask him such a ridiculous question.
"Do you have a g*n?" I ask him quietly. The moment the words leave my lips, I regret them. Guns have always terrified me. The small object with such a powerful consequence has ruined my life in many different ways.
I'd sworn previously to myself and Jake to stay clear from guns. And now here I am, asking Ivory's boyfriend for the deadly weapon. Ben remains silent on the other end and I mentally slap myself . . .
Why would he have a g*n?
Nice going Emily.
"Yeah, I do."
