30 Red Orchid (1/2)

Layla Roy | 16:25

-Who? Oh that guy who you just kissed earlier. Such a cliche moment. I am more of a riveting story lover. Shame.

-Jerry!!

-Tsk...tsk; now just close your eyes and let me..(BANG!!!)..(Aghh)...Why?

-...,- The guy earned himself a hole in his right leg. Courtesy of Jerry himself. Looked like he had appeared by the help of some magical teleportation. I turned silent for the moment.

Getting unexpectedly shot put that giant thug in a state of temporal paralysis. Probably my sense of anger kicked in alongside the obvious yet uncontrollable thirst of revenge for the humiliation. I acted beyond my general limitations. The gun holstered near his belly was exposed when he became misbalanced. I got the glimpse of it.

That sight of the gun made me feel strong. I moved away and pulled out the said light and compact sized pistol out of its place. I aimed at him...

-YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES...SICK BASTARD!!

-Layla! Stop! No, don't! Don't do..,- These words came from Jerry. I saw him running towards us but it was futile. That was the last thing I saw of Jerry before putting pressure on the trigger. My hands never felt so firm. A loud sound of explosion came out. With that suddenly everything felt different; it was fear.

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-Layla? Hey! Easy! It's me, Jerry. I am here...I am right here. No need to be scared, it's just me,- Probably fear or whatever that took over my mind snapped me off. I was losing control over my physical actions. Jerry was right there in front of my eyes. I wanted to embrace him with every fibre of my body. But another part of me didn't allow my hands to lower the gun I was holding. All I could do was to stand there and cry..