Chapter Twenty Eight

The black headsets were enough to block out every single sound as his focus settled on the peace of wood miles away.

Pulling the trigger multiple times, he changed the magazine and continued.

With each bullet, his mind drifted back to the girl laying still in his room.

Especially her damn smile that kept haunting him.

He was now very sure that her every smile held a pinch of poison.

Two damn weeks without looking in to her beautiful sea eyes, two damn weeks without seeing her smile.

He wanted to feel the silence she held around her, he yearned for her touch but now she couldn't even move.

He was used to watching her every single night, combing her hair, placing kisses on her lips and telling her how his day went hoping that one day she would listen and wake up but all in vain.

Every thing didn't seem right on his side, his house being blown up and searching for that one person that wanted him dead became a little too much of hi