Rory has been shot!!
I gasp and cover my mouth as the event takes place before my eyes and I’m shocked beyond words as the memory of watching my dad die rushes back into my mind.
“No, no, no, no, no!” I felt my panic crawl up my gut, which I haven’t had in six years and I know it was not the place to get it, but there is nothing I can do to stop myself. My body trembles and I lean on the car standing close to me. Sweat and fear run over me and I take in deep breaths and mumble a quick passage in Psalm I normally memorised when I was dealing with my panic attacks. Slowly, I recover from the grip of fear that holds my heart captive.
“Taylor...” comes the faint voice of Rory along with a long groan as his hand keeps pressing to his side, even though that does not stop the blood from flowin
