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-Laynia's POV-

I was tricked! How could I be so dense?! I thought this was what he wanted. I was too engulfed in the moment to realize he had pulled cuffs out from his back pocket. I was stuck, and I let it happen so easily...

"SAM!" He can't leave me... "She can't have you..." What am I saying?! I can't think straight... Wait! My gun is under my pillow!

He quickly turns around in one swift motion. I point the gun... Straight at his heart.

"What did you call me?" he says, raising his hands up slowly. Does he not remember? Why is he acting this way...

"Do you not remember me?!" I cry, trying not to tremble the gun in my hand.

He raises an eyebrow. His cold expression never changes. "What are you talking about, Stella?" Why is he calling me that?! I never told him...

"Stop calling me that! My name is Laynia!"

"You really believe your name is, Laynia?" he says.

"That is my name! I never told you about Stella..." How did he find out? He left me... "Why did you leave me, Sam?!"

"Who is Sam?" he retorts.

"You're Sam?! Now answer my question..!" He's playing games with me... He trying to avoid the question...

He lowers his arms, staring at the shaking gun in my hand. "You won't shot me, Stella... Not in that condition..." A grin forms on his lips.

'Bang'

"You really thought I wouldn't shot you..." No... What have I done?!

I shot him. I shot him in the shoulder. I didn't miss, like I had planned too. He was gripping onto his shoulder. Blood seeping through his shirt.

"You souldn't have underestimated me, Sam. I've had practice at a young age with a gun." Stop talking... You can't tell him?!

"You psycho bitch?!" he cries, wincing in pain. Psycho? I'm not a psycho?! Who is this man in front of me...

"You see, I was in a similar situation when I was younger. Only... I killed him. The bullet went right through my fathers skull! He was a cheater and a manipulator! He hurt my mother and I. I couldn't stand seeing my mother in pain. So, I took his gun from his desk drawer and shot him! Actually... I shot him a few times, only the first one went straight into his brian."

His cold expression changed to pure disgust. His eyes pierced through my body. "You're a sick woman..." Sick? I did what was right?!

"You don't mean that, Sam. You love me." I say, smiling.

He stands up, letting go of his wounded shoulder. "I could never love someone like you... Just looking at you makes me sick..."

'Bang, Bang, Bang'

-Spike's POV-

She was lucky with her first shot. I was too quick for her next rounds.

I dodged behind the wooden dresser as bullets flew. "Take back what you said, Sam! I know your lying!"

"My fucking names not Sam!" I yell, taking my Jericho out. Shit... Jet's going to kill me for this...

"Sam, come out... I promise I won't shot at you..." she says, in a soft tone.

I stand up, turning out from behind the dresser, gun cocked. "I can't promise that I wont!"

'Bang'

-Faye's POV-

The yelling and screaming was one thing, but the gun shots were unexpected. My legs were tired from slamming them against the wall. I tried to listen to what they were saying, but it was no use. The walls were thick. I was scared for the mans life. Did she kill him? Did he even hear me at all? I was upset an angry, but I couldn't show it. I was done for... It became quiet. Was the fight over with? Had she diposed of him already? I knew at any moment she would come through the door. Would she still be angry to the point where she would come and shoot me too? To be honest, I would be happy if she shot me. I would rather die quickly than slowly wither away in this dark room.

A door slammed shut. Foot steps that were faint at first, got louder and closer. I was nervous... but, I was ready for whatever was to come. I had prepared myself a long time ago for anything. The door swung open, and the light shot in. A figure stood before me at the doorway. I couldn't make out the person. The light was too bright, and my eyes couldn't focus. The figure said nothing, only walked closer. My heart was racing and my eyes still blurred. I knew who it was, so I just shut my eyes... Waiting