♥ Chloe ♥
The gun was aimed straight at my chest. Michael’s eyes were wild, like something had snapped behind them. His fingers twitched around the trigger. His lips trembled, not from fear, but rage. From the belief that I was his, that I had always been his. I lay there, frozen in fear. I didn’t want to die. I wanted to live. Every bone in my body screamed to run, but I couldn’t. My arm ached from the earlier hit. My leg throbbed from the bullet, and my mind kept replaying one thought:
This is it. This is how I die.
But then, suddenly, his hand lowered. Just a little.
“Do you think this is what I want?” he suddenly asked me. I wasn’t sure what to say. I still wanted to plead for my life, but I was worried that if I said the wrong thing, he would just pull the trigger. “I love you, Ch
