I didn't know what else to say to him. Well, actually I did, but I'd rather not go out like a bitch ... even if it had to do with Rachel. It wouldn't be for the right reasons, even if it did give me life or death - this was different. This wasn't about her, this was about his revenge, his own problems coming to terms. I loved her, I tried to save them and now she's been dying ever since. No one knew how that made me feel, no one would ever know. But, I was scared shitless at this point because the bastard had a gun in my face. Pretty nice piece too, too bad I wasn't the one holdin' it.
Shocked, I looked at Faith when she said she couldn't let him kill me. What? She was going to kill me herself. Oh, that's just fine and dandy now isn't it? Could I just kill myself at this point? Save them both the trouble?
Narrowing my eyes, I stared at them both and then jumped a little, taking the chair with me when he pointed the gun in my face again, but Faith grabbed his wrist and tossed him into the wall. Nice. Double nice when she took the gun apart and dumped the bullets before tossing the gun away.
My head swung and my cheek was stinging as I sat there. She just hit me.
I didn't say anything until after she cut me free and I got up quickly and gave her another look. She'd probably never understand, mostly because I won't tell her about it, especially after this.
Looking over at Berrisford, I walked over, looking for the words to say how I felt, but I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't interested in what I had to say, or my apoligies or anything of that nature. He just wanted me dead.
Turning, I headed out, not giving Faith another look. Bitch.
Shocked, I looked at Faith when she said she couldn't let him kill me. What? She was going to kill me herself. Oh, that's just fine and dandy now isn't it? Could I just kill myself at this point? Save them both the trouble?
Narrowing my eyes, I stared at them both and then jumped a little, taking the chair with me when he pointed the gun in my face again, but Faith grabbed his wrist and tossed him into the wall. Nice. Double nice when she took the gun apart and dumped the bullets before tossing the gun away.
My head swung and my cheek was stinging as I sat there. She just hit me.
I didn't say anything until after she cut me free and I got up quickly and gave her another look. She'd probably never understand, mostly because I won't tell her about it, especially after this.
Looking over at Berrisford, I walked over, looking for the words to say how I felt, but I could see it in his eyes. He wasn't interested in what I had to say, or my apoligies or anything of that nature. He just wanted me dead.
Turning, I headed out, not giving Faith another look. Bitch.
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