"No!" Miley cried. She pushed James so that the gun went in a different direction.
Oliver screamed as the bullet impaled his shoulder. He fell down to the ground and started clutching his arm which was gushing blood.
Miley took the gun and pointed it at James's chest. "Don't make me use this."
"Little girlie, you don't have the guts!" he laughed.
"How much you wanna bet on that?" she asked.
James gulped. "Fine. Just give me it and I'll go."
Miley, being naive, gave him the gun. He pointed at Miley's head. "Say your prayers."
Oliver, being weak, still had enough strength to drag James to the ground before he could shoot. Taking the gun, which was on the floor, he shot James in the chest. He fell unconcious, along with Oliver.
Miley quickly ran down the stairs and told Oliver's mom everything. She rushed up the stairs and gently put Oliver unto his bed. "Oh my poor baby. I'll call 911."
Miley sat down beside him and stroked his blood soaked hair. "I'm glad you told me baby. Your father would have beaten you to death. But you wouldn't have been shot. But you'll make it. Your too strong to die." she kissed his cheek and buried her head in his shirt.
Mrs. Oken came up shortly after. "The ambulance is on it's way. I'm sure he'll be fine. He's got to be fine. I couldn't stand losing a child." she cried.
Miley started crying too. "He's my best guy friend. We're more then that. I love him and he loves me too. He just doesn't know. And if he dies he never will." Miley started crying more thinking of the thought.
The ambulance arrived in a matter of seconds after. They loaded him into the ambulance.
"Can I come with you?" Miley asked Mrs. Oken.
She nodded.
Miley climbed inside and immediatly sat by Oliver's side. She squeezed his hand and kissed him. He looked so much in pain with his bloody shoulder and bruises and cuts. Miley herself started thinking he might not make it.
"Ollie. I just want you to know that...if you don't make it...I love you. You can't die. If you do then I might just die myself."
"Mrs. Oken," Miley began. "It's not just his shoulder, before that his father kicked him in the head and threw a rock at him and threw him against his mirror...he's not fully healed from that yet. I'm afraid he'll die. I can't let that happen." she gently laid a hand on his face. It was cold and pale.
"Don't worry Miley. He's a fighter."
"But you never saw his bruises!" She placed a hand on his shirt pulled it up to reveal ugly scars and cuts, bruises. His head was scarred and bruised too.
Mrs. Oken gasped. "I had no idea!"
Miley started crying again, "He suffered many big blows to the head. That will definetly effect him. You don't know how much he's through! And neither do I! But I do know this! She gently turned him over and lifted up his shirt again, a huge cut four inches long. It was deep and bloody. It was a fresh cut.
"Oh my goodness!" Mrs. Oken gasped. "My poor baby! I need him to live."
Miley and Mrs. Oken hugged, not noticing Oliver was struggling to breath.
Muahahahaha. So how did that go? You can review if you want, but you don't have to thanks to crazyforpurple! Feel free to review though!
