Bella's POV
I stood still staring at Mike.
He said, "This is nice." Except, he slurred so it sounded like this: "Shis hs nise."
He leaned forward again; his breathe reeking of the beer he'd gotten from his Dad's supply. Mike crushed his lips against mine, sticking his tongue in my mouth. I still didn't move.
"Cim own bawby!" slurred Mike. "Tik off yaw shirt!" He reached to grab the ends of my shirt, jerking it up in a drunken way.
"No! And I am NOT your baby!" I cried out, slapping at his hand.
"Ba bawby, yawre gona do it, caws I gots me a freend." With that, Mike drew out a small gun.
I gasped. Where in the world had he gotten that? On second thought, I didn't want to know. Watching him fumble with the gun, I realized he was too drunk to have good aim, good reflexes, and judgment. I kicked an acorn into the tree behind him. When he whirled, I took off running.
"Dammit Bella! Yaw gona regret shis!" Mike screamed at me, seeing me run.
BOOM! A bullet wized by my shoulder, blasting through the bark of one of Fork's many trees. It began to rain hard, the ground becoming mud. I tried to ignore it, praying to God that I wouldn't trip. BOOM! BOOM! Bullets where everywhere. BOOM! Something hard hit my back, but then I didn't feel anything. I looked over my shoulder to locate Mike and notice the small rosette of blood forming on my shoulder. 'OH MY GOD, he HIT me!!' raced through my head That's when I felt the pain, a blinding, almost but not quite numbing pain in my shoulder. The pain became unbearable, and I fell into the mud. 'I'm going to die.' Was all I could think.My breathe slowed, and I heard a loud thud. Then there were no more bullets. 'At least I'll die in peace.' I drifted off into unconsciousness.