I keep my breathing shallow and will my body to be limp spaghetti. If I didn't convince that
psycho into thinking I’m already dead, then it would be reality soon. I could feel blood pooling under my belly, warm and sticky. Hell, I even peed myself to make it seem real. Although, if I was being honest, that was more out fear than anything. It was the first time I'd ever been shot.
Footsteps close to my head. A steel-toed boot prods my rib cage. He kicks me hard. I bite my tongue to keep from screaming and hope he doesn’t see my jaw clench. He chuckles. A low, almost soothing sound. Fingertips brush my cheek, pushing back my hair.
"You were supposed to be a mighty opponent and now, look at you." Another low chuckle. Less soothing this time. How dare he say I was easy.
"Ladies and gentle-ghosts, the win goes to Bentley Cox!"
Seriously, his name is Bent Cox. No way a parent should be that cruel. No wonder he went after people like me. I can barely keep my snort of laughter contained.
Is he...dancing? It sounds like it and I’m dying to open my eyes to see if I’m right.
"Ain't no party like a Bent Cox party!" He screams it out in a singsong voice that’s terribly off-key.
I can’t take it any more. I open my eyes. He is indeed doing the mashed potato. I snort loudly, not that he can hear me over his deafening scream-singing. My snort turns into a belly laugh that hurts like hell thanks to the bullet wound.
And then I see he had put the gun down within reach of me.
I grab it as he turns to notice that I am still alive. For a moment he considers wrestling me for it. I can see it in his eyes. I squeeze the trigger.
I’m not an idiot I aim for his head.