Natalie could feel the oxygen around her lift and thin, seemingly just out of reach, as she watched Kenton move to Bentley’s body, kicking it to ensure it was still, before turning back to them, with the gun still set strongly in their direction.
“Take a seat. This is the part I have been dying to get to... “ He motioned for them to move into the direction of the chairs set in a semi-circle around the room as the obliged, now wishing to anger the ruthless gunman. “I am sure you are blaming yourself, Nat...and you should...considering this was all because of you…”
“Don’t you blame her, you prick!” Jackson attempted to defend her before finding the end of the pistol to crash against his face and leaving him grunting to the mark that would eventually bruise on his cheek.
“It was Prom nig
