I don't know what my problem is the last few days. Everything ends up kinda like this. You'll see what I mean over the next week.
I swear, I don't know who took me over.
Russian Roulette.
Her heart beat wildly as she looked at the object in his hand.
"One. Two. Three." He counted, his eyes penetrating hers.
And he pulled the trigger.
She gasped.
Nothing.
He was still staring at her, his lips in a slight curve, his eyes burning with a passion she assumed to be hatred.
How had it come to this?
Playing Russian Roulette with Nick Lucas.
Were both their lives really that worthless?
She guessed they were.
Or they wouldn't be here right now.
He slid the metal across the table.
"Your turn Macy. Remember to stay calm. And count to three." His lips still in a slight curve.
She knew this wasn't the first time he'd played this game.
He knew what he was doing.
Her hands shook as she placed one over the gun.
Gulping for air as the tears slid down her face, he took her free hand with his, forcing her to look up.
"Say a prayer to yourself and close your eyes." He smiled a little. "Sometimes it helps."
She nodded briefly and slid the hand with the gun toward her, all the while clutching to Nick.
How was he so calm? So good at this game?
Suddenly she gasped, letting go of his hand.
He seemed to know what she was thinking as his ghostly smile never wavered.
Because he was still here meant he had never lost a game. Ever.
"Nick," She mumbled.
"It's too late Macy. It's your turn." He smirked. "So just pull the trigger."
Macy thought of everything she had ever done. Everything she'd accomplished. Everything she'd failed to achieve. Goodbyes she'd never get to say. And three little words she had associated with Nick Lucas from the day she'd met him.
"I hate you." She told him, her eyes welling with tears once more.
That broke him.
His entire smug demeanour fell and suddenly the passion that had been in h is eyes didn't really look like hate anymore, in fact it looked more like-
"Give me the gun." He told her sternly.
"What?" She asked, a little stunned at the sudden change in him. She had seen him show any emotion since-
"Give me the gun, Macy. My life means nothing."
It was Macy's turn to smirk.
"Should've thought of that before you gave it to me." She told him, pulling the trigger.
Apologies. Heh. I'm not even in a bad mood or anything. Go figure.