Novel & Cerita Woke Up This Morning And Got Myself A Gun

He explained further, His advice sank into my brain as I reminisced on the dream I just had. I remembered that I was holding a gun, and I aimed it at him, trying to defend myself after I saw my brother's lifeless body on the floor. I reset the gun, and when I was about to shoot the gun, I don't know what happened. There was no bullet in the gun, and instead, he shot at me without hesitation. That was when Mr. Jones' voice woke me up from my trance.

I sat for a while saka minasahe naman ang likuran ko where I hid my gun. And unfortunately, I forgot to take it off gaya ng naipangako ko kanina. Kaya naman ngayon, I felt like it had stuck on my skin. Gritting my teeth, I took it out at inis na isinilid 'yon sa bag ko na nasa paanan ng upuan. I could even imagine my back now, with a gun mark as my tattoo. Sighing, I slowly opened my eyes then got up on my feet. Yawning out, I was about to stretch out my limbs when I remembered something. Something related to some bastard who owned this room and this couch.

Then gently shook Hayden, trying to wake him up quietly. “Myla?” Hayden’s voice was husky with sleep, “What is it?” “Someone’s outside,” she whispered. In an instant, Hayden’s grogginess cleared and his eyes became sharp with alertness when he saw her expression. His hand reached into the drawer of the bedside table on his side, his face tight as he pulled out a small gun. Myla stared at him in shock. “Since when do you have a gun??” She whispered at him. The next sound came louder, sounding like a deliberate push against the window lock.

at that he spun me around by my shoulders and made me face the tree that he had me aim at and shoot. The night had ended so well, we had been in each other’s arms, sweaty and out of breath. Before he woke me up in the early hours of morning before the sun had risen and told me that he was going to teach me how to protect myself. I thought he was going to teach me how to throw a few punches and elbow someone in the face or stomach, not how to use a gun.

But I couldn’t let go. If he breathed in more of that poison, he would die. His struggles weakened. His eyelids fluttered. No, no, no— I felt helpless. My chest ached. What was I supposed to do? Then I saw it. The gun. It was lying just a few inches away—one of the weapons left behind from the last fight. My hands moved before I could think. I grabbed it. I pointed it at the entrance. And I pulled the trigger. BANG!

I was worried about Raphael if he was hurt. I don’t know where this strength came from but I got up and got dressed in the first things I saw, a pair of skinny jeans and a button-up red shirt. I looked around for a gun, he had to have a gun here somewhere. I started opening all the doors and drawers until I found one gun inside his socks drawer. I grabbed it and pointed it at the door, if someone walked in to hurt me I would shoot, I never used a gun before and it scared me.

My trembling hands cautiously picked it up, and with trepidation, I aimed it at Richard. "Stop!" My voice reverberated as I commanded their attention. "Step away from him, now!" I demanded and they both got away from each other and then I spoke. "You're bluffing, Anny bae," Richard scoffed. His words struck a chord; he was right. Holding a gun was a first for me, and my trembling hands betrayed my inexperience. I had only encountered guns in movies and had never held one before. I had no idea how to operate it, nor did I want to, but desperation forced me to confront this reality.

We climbed the wall and rushed to my car " Why are we going to your car?" " I need to get something." " Stay here and watch them." " Okay." I walked to the car I grabbed my gun suddenly I felt someone put his gun to my head I'm dead! I heard a big hit and a howl, I turned around to see the man sleeping on the ground and Heaven winking at me, " You're welcome." I put my gun around my waist then closed my car " Ohh gun? Cool." She said amazed

she shrieked, snatching it up, before I could say a word, her face masked with horror. My phone buzzed again, and when I saw the name a smile lit up my face. "Your package is ready. Usual spot. No mistakes, Elara." I exhaled sharply, my fingers trembling as I locked the screen. I stared at my reflection from the vanity and just hissed. I didn't recognize myself anymore. Dark circles hung under my eyes like bruises, a result of too many sleepless nights. I had lied through my teeth to get that gun, weaving a story about needing it for protection against a fictitious, abusive ex. He bought it. Or maybe he didn't care. Either way, it was ready.

I gained a lot of weight within the next few days. One day, I made a painful decision—I couldn't go on living in decadence any longer. I dug out the fitness and self-defense videos I had saved on my phone and forced myself to train every day, determined to improve my physical fitness. Early the next morning, I was suddenly woken up by the sound of loud banging and cluttering upstairs. I immediately sat upright in bed and grabbed a crossbow from the spatial storage, holding it in my hand. I couldn't stop my heart from pounding hard against my chest.