I freeze at the threat, reality crashing down on me, taking the air out of my lungs with it. His face is stern, at first there was relief, lust, and joy in his eyes, now it is replaced by fire and anger.
I want to speak, but the words will not leave my mouth; I know I must look like a fish out of water.
Have I really pushed him this far that he is willing to kill me? Then the thought of him and my brother throwing me away and taking my babies hit me again, and rage made my blood boil.
Acting on pure fight or flight, I grabbed the top of the gun pulling the chamber forward in order to disarm it and take it apart. I hit the inside of his elbow, and punched him in his kidney. I knew this would only disarm him for a matter of seconds, but this was all I need in order to flee from the room.
