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XI.5

ROGER WILLIS

“W-who are you?” Engulfed with such intense fright, I raised my hand above my head. My back was pinned against the tree trunk. “W-what do you from me?”

My heart was intensely beating right on my throat as the woman behind the helmet pointed the gun right straight at my forehead.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!” The woman uttered. Even though I couldn’t see her face through the tinted shield of the helmet, I could still feel a great sense of anger burning in her tone.

I closed my eyes just as I heard a faint ticking sound coming from the pistol. A bullet in the head, that’s what’s sticking in my head. I couldn’t feel my legs knowing that this could be the last time I’m going to suck oxygen in this world. If this was how I’m going to die, I’m going to be forever locked up in anger and confusion. I won’t and I would never accept this.

I almost passed out when I heard the thunderous gunshot and I thought I was nothing but a goner. A faint rush of relief engulfed
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