Okay-I know that I deserve much more than your angry reviews. but...I have gone through a lot this year and it's taken me a long time to get back into the swing of things. I know that's not an excuse but, I was in a REALLY bad place. sooo here is the new chapter...OH! So in past chapters I made a mistake with the name of Stephanies daughter. It is no Melody. It is Charlie Lol SOSorry lol and a virtual cookie for the fantastic reviewer who mentioned that to me...So here it is: MUAH
Everything seemed to speed up for Stephanie as she heard the gun shot. Every memory of her daughter Charlie ran through her head, them laughing at a park when she was five, going with her to get her ears pierced when she was 9, Charlie laughing so hard she peed her pants when she was 7. It all rushed back, and with it came the need to protect her.
Every muscle in her body was clenched, ready for action; ready for a fight. A fight that had everything riding on it…her fight.
Everything happened at once.
They were running, Orders spilling from her lips "HE'S MINE", the rush of adrenaline pounding in her ears. Them entering the room, them seeing…seeing Charlie. Then everything stopped.
He shot her. He had shot Charlie. Once, in the chest. She knew that wound, had seen it enough to know it was Lethal unless it was taken care of right away. She froze for a fraction of a second. The crimson spot on Charles shirt was spreading, just like her panic, just like her anger.
Her mind, full of facts and plans had never, never even fathomed that her baby would ever get shot. And the fact that he had the balls; the fucking balls to smile at her drove her into action.
She ran at him, she saw the surprise, the shock that she was even considering fighting him hand to hand. That look changed to pain as she shot the hand that held his gun, making him drop his glock.
And then she was fighting him. And it felt right, because she knew she could win this, she had to. This was the fight. The fight for revenge. The fight for freedom against this pain. The fight that she had craved all of these years. The fight she was going to win.