Roman
Last year, I used this pair of tweezers on Alex after he got shot on the leg.
This year, I'm using the same pair of tweezers on my brother to pull the bullet out of his arm. Aggressively. Not as gently as I did with Alex.
Anton cries in pain as I slowly pull the bullet out. But I don't care. Infact, it's satisfying to hear the pain in his voice.
"This is karma, you know?" I smirk. "You stole a gun from your big brother only to end up getting shot with the exact same gun. And then shamelessly running to your big brother, crying and bleeding and begging for help."
"Rome, I'm so so sorry." He cries. "I wish I could go back in time and-"
"Shut up." I scowl at him. "If you open your mouth, I'll dig the bullet deeper in your arm."
That makes him shut his big mouth. I finally pull t
