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

Especially the second one. This morning, an anonymous package laid on my doorstep. It was in the shape of a box, covered with brown paper. I stood in the open doorway while wind was blowing on the street, immediately sensing something was wrong. When I opened it, there was a gun inside. It didn’t take me long to realize who must’ve sent it – I’m no longer in contact with anyone from California, and nobody here would send me anything anonymously, much less a gun. It can’t be anyone else but the guy who shot Jim, and this is most likely the gun he was shot with.

I woke up with the feeling of being sore. I groaned and slowly opened my eyes. "Good afternoon," a husky voice spoke beside me as I've been caged with his well-toned arms. Realization hits me that hard. “Fuck!” I cursed as I quickly got up. I winced at the slight pain in my private part. Fortunately, I'm dressed properly again. "I'm dead," I said coldly and moved quickly to check my phone. Oh god! I don't want to get shot too early.

He yelled at the top of his voice. I flinched in terror and ran out of the gun shop with the present I got for myself. “Shit, can’t I at least get a normal day around here??” I said out loud in a joking manner. "Yo!! Pay up you bitch." The man's voice interrupted my thoughts with a gun in his hands and I froze on the spot.

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW We were at the shooting range in the mansion, This man woke me up at four in the morning to tell me we would begin with my training today. I stared at him with a mix of exasperation and sleepiness as I stood in front of him in gym clothes and headphones, and goggles "You'll thank me when you can shoot someone from Mike's away," he said as he looked over the guns " I just don't know why you have me awake by this time, I could've been dreaming of something right now, matter of fact, I would rather be asleep or even anywhere else right now ". I said

If no one else believed in the threat, I would take care of finding the truth myself. I got out of bed and walked to the closet where I kept some security gear. Months ago, after the first murder, I’d bought a couple of small cameras, the kind you can barely notice. I’d never used them, maybe hoping they’d never be necessary. Tonight, though, they were indispensable.

I roll over with the pillow over my head. I toss and turn for hours, and sometime after two in the morning, I sleep. I wake up feeling groggy and decide to take a jog to try to shake the heaviness out of my body. I stay in good shape to fight and earn money. I plan to shoot Frank with my Smith and Wesson .38 Special. Five shots that pack a punch. The gun is small and easy to conceal. If I can’t kill Frank in five shots, it’s because I’m already dead. Really though, I want to beat him to death and listen to him beg while I break every bone in his body.

He would get to me before I got to the office for sure. I pondered opening the window and climbing down the walls, but there wasn’t anything where I could put my feet and hands to support myself. I was trapped inside my bedroom. I ran to the drawer and grabbed my pistol, assembling it, checking the bullets, and getting familiar with the strange feel of the cold metal in my hands after so long. I couldn’t remember the last time I had touched a gun. A bullet ricocheted against the stone wall close to my window and I flinched, almost dropping the gun on the wooden floor. My hands were shaking as I kneeled down to grab it. I was lucky I hadn’t cocked it, otherwise, I could have accidentally shot

The cold touch of the gun made me feel secure. I only had experience using a tranquilizer gun, so I did not plan to fight the monster with the weapon. I wasn’t why I held the gun so tightly in my embrace, probably because I was no longer a powerless woman but a woman with a lethal weapon in hand. But the gun definitely calmed me down. I lowered my head and started groping to see if the gun was loaded. But instead, I found a small line engraved on the gun – U.S. Army Springfield Armory.

If it were possible to drown in tears, I would have been pulled under by their heavy weight. A crash startles me. What is that? There are no animals here. I pull back and gaze up at him, and he stiffens. He tries to withdraw, but I hold onto him like a life raft in the middle of the ocean. He pulls open the top drawer of the nightstand and grabs a gun. “You know how to use this?” I nod. “Yes, I took a few classes when I left home.” “Good. Take it. It’s loaded. Do not hesitate to shoot if anyone other than me tries to come in.”

For that, he had a lot of enemies, both within and outside the family. I had two older brothers, Marco and Dominic. They were as good to me as made men could be. What I wouldn't give to go back to the days we would ride our bicycles together, before my papa threw them into this cold world of blood and murder. Admiring their hardwork, the maids walked out. I breathed a sigh of relief. "Fuck this," I muttered removing a clip from my hair, allowing the straight black hair to fall around my shoulders. I reached for my second drawer and pulled out my gun, tucking it gingerly into my purse. It was a gift I had gotten myself the moment I turned 18.