I Would Take A Bullet For You Novels & Stories

"Yeah, baby." I gulped down and mumbled, "I never want to be the reason someone has to die, baby. If ever I have a gun placed at my head again, I want to be the one to take that bullet. Don't ever act like Alec, if you were to be the one who's dead, I would kill myself too because I have nothing to live for anymore. Don't ever take a bullet for me and don't let anyone take a bullet for me." *** 6 weeks later.

Ya, that is not going to happen for in one…two…three… I make the next choice that shall define my life. I watch in straight in the eyes, and with a smile on my face, I only but have three words for him, “Go to hell.” With that, I take a gentle but somewhat trembling finger that is aching from the pain, and I squeeze the trigger. In less than an inch of a second, the bullet pierces his skin, and he drops to the floor. Then from behind me, I can hear the click of a gun, and I know that either Karlo or Amber has taken aim at me. So with a very confident voice, I speak, “Are you such a coward that you are going to shoot me in the back.”

He held my eyes for a long moment, then muttered, almost under his breath, “I wouldn’t have minded taking that bullet for you if I was there you know,” My eyebrows shot up, as the air felt suffocating like it was polluted by toxins. I didn’t know what to say. I hated being stuck in awkward situations. “Uh… thanks?” I blurted out without thinking and honestly that was all I got. “I only said that because you’re like my sister.” he added quickly, straightening like a soldier caught out of line. “Just like I wouldn’t mind taking the bullet for Aria, the same applies to you,”

“She was critical. We had seconds.” “You don’t get to tell me that!” I roared. “You don’t fuckin’ get to stand there and tell me seconds! You know what I’ve been through to get her back? You know what I gave up? I would’ve taken the bullet myself if it meant they both lived!” “I understand—”

I looked into his eyes and, in the calmest voice I had, handed down the final verdict. "It's your life. Do whatever you want, Richard." "I'm not coming back to you. Don't imagine your life is worth so much that it could threaten me. Besides—" I paused, touched my own stomach, and said it lightly. "I took a bullet for you once. I've already saved you one time." "I can't keep throwing myself in front of you, every time, forever." "You're a grown man, and you answer for what you do. Accept it, Richard."

I asked him, and he swallowed hard. “I couldn’t let you do that.” “But it’s you I loved” “And I loved the both of you,” I retorted back, my tears falling from my eyes. “But I guess you loved her more?” He asked me and I nodded my head. “I would take a bullet for her if it meant me to. You know what my family means to me,” I reminded him as he nodded his head. “I know. I just couldn’t believe it,” He replied, coming to sit next to me.

“I would die for you. You and Tessa… you’re everything. I don’t need basketball or scholarships or some fancy future my parents tried to plan for me. I just need you.” My heart broke a little more with every word. He reached across the table, took my hands in his. His fingers were warm, trembling slightly. “Say you want this too,” he whispered. “Please.” I stared at him. The boy who gave up everything for me. The boy who took a bullet for me without a second of hesitation. The boy who would jump off a cliff if I said it might lead to somewhere better. And still, that flame inside me flickered. Not from doubt, but from pain.

She stirred awake and opened her eyes slowly. "Scott! You are awake!" she squealed, standing up to have a better look at him. Scott smiled up at her and said, "Hey, how are you?" Zara burst into tears. "You scared me to death. Why did you do that? Why did you take the bullet for me, Scott? You could have died!" Reaching out to hold her hand, Scott uttered through chapped lips, "I'd take a thousand bullets for you if I ever have to. You mean so much to me, Zara. How could I watch you get shot?"

he asked, poking his long Italian nose into my business. I held his icy stare. This man was infuriating. “I took that bullet so you can have your reward at the end of this little revenge of yours,” he shot back defiantly. “The damn reward is to see those three idiots behind bars or six feet under!” I yelled at him. “Which wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t taken the bullet for you!” he yelled back. “Cameron would have done it for me!” I retorted. He paused, his eyes widening in disbelief.

I said through clenched teeth. "Are we really going to do this right now?" He asked me, his body going cool. "I could leave you here to die." "But you wouldn't do it." "And what makes you think so? Look at me Wesley, I'm a motherfucking monster. I almost killed that guy out there!" "But you didn't. And that's because you have a heart. You're human. You aren't going to leave me here to die." Jesus he took a bullet for me...