CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN
THE AFTERMATH
Blood drips down onto me from above, marking my skin in pink blotches before its washed away. The rain is still pouring but I can distinctly tell the feeling of the rain from that of his blood.
Kieran groans before staggering off me. He had somehow managed to push Andrew’s aim from his head, but his shoulder has been shot instead.
He grabs Andrews hand as they both struggle for the gun, shots are fired into the night air before Kieran is able to take hold over the gun and I sigh in relief but, Why ? He was crazier right?
He was worse I should be more worried, so what is this false sense of security?
I get up from the floor, dumbfounded and frozen with everything unfolding before me.
Kieran aims the gun at Andrew.
“Don’t shoot him.” I yell out to
