Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Seventeen

When I opened my eyes again, I looked up at Michael. Why wasn’t I dead? He pulled the trigger, I know he did.

‘Again’. I heard Damon demand, and there was another click, and another, and another, but... Nothing happened. Taking the gun away from my head, He looked in the chamber and then turned to his friends.

‘It's empty’. Damon let out a loud, evil laugh.

‘Of course, it's fucking empty.’ As soon as I heard the words, I burst into tears, crying, relieved, I was never in any danger, at least, not from being shot. Thank fucking god! Michael looked at Luke, and he checked his gun, also empty. It was all just a mind game. Why? To test them? To test if they would rally shoot us? Kill us?

Damon walked around behind me and Peyton and grabbed us by the backs of our necks;

‘You both have 48 hours to play with and then kill these bitches. After that, me and Joey will do the job’. He pushed us forward, releasing us as we fell to the floor at Michaels's feet.

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