Staring down at my red-drenched best friend for what seemed like hours, I finally came to my senses. With a loud and violent retching sound came vomit straight down into the toilet. Mentally breaking down, I put my hands over my head and face in my knees all while I rocked gently. Uncontrollably the tears flooded their way down my cheeks as I burst into an ear-piercing scream that lasted for a few minutes. Choking on my own words, I managed to get a few out. "Why..? How come he didn't come after me..." I whispered. I never should have let him talk me into this garbage of a lifestyle. We just had to 'pull off' ONE more and we'd be set for life he said.
Not thinking about the consequences or how I would make everyone feel, my friends, family, girlfriend.. Hell, even my teachers. I got up and slowly walked over to the hallway and made my way down the corridor with one thought, and one thought only.. Suicide. I reached our room. It shouldn't have been him.. I don't deserve to live. I opened the door leading into our oh so humble abode. Clothes were scattered everywhere, the walls were smashed in with a sledgehammer that was left behind, the floor was even torn up. I knew what they were looking for. Duffel bags filled with stacks of Benjamins. I can't believe he didn't leave the bags behind like he was supposed to.
My mind was racing all over the place, I honestly didn't know to think or do except go for the gun I keep in the false bottom of my dresser. The next thing that happened was a blur and happened fast. I heard a creak behind me and I turned my body around as fast as I could with my fist already flying that direction. I saw him. In an instant he countered my punch and knocked my legs out from under me, resulting in me tumbling to the floor. I looked up with hatred and a gun in my face, but in a way I felt he was here for a reason other than shooting my best friend. I tried to say something but he cut me off before I even could.
"Look, Mordecai, before you start asking questions I need you to listen to me. Rigby's alive in there, just unconscious and bleeding out very quickly." he said in what felt like a second flat. He lifted his gun up and put it into the concealed holster under his jacket. The only three words I could muster up were oh my god. "Oh my god." I uttered. I jumped to my feet and raced to the bathroom where Rigby was lying in a pool of his own blood. "We have to get him to the hospital!" I said.
"Hold up man. We can't take him to the hospital. The staff is required to report gunshot wounds to the police. I know where we can take him." Thomas said.
"Why the hell should I trust you? After all that you did to us, and now this! You shot him!" I screamed.
"I know! You have the right to feel that way, but I was with the boss on this. If I didn't shoot him he would have shot me AND Rigby. I saved his life by making sure the wound wasn't fatal. You should be thanking me." Thomas argued.
Hello to everyone who read this. I will be uploading more, but I don't know when. This is just a side project I'm working on to ease my boredom. Sorry this chapter was so short. Hope you got a little taste of something awesome that's going to come! :) Feel free to review and criticize, I need it!