vicious kick to my ribs, and my breath is blasted
from my lungs by the force of the blow. Scrunching my eyes tightly, I try to fight
the nausea and pain, to fight for a precious breath. Little Blip, Little Blip, oh
my Little Blip—
“That’s for SIP, you fucking bitch!” Jack screams.
I pull my legs up, huddling into a ball and anticipating the next blow. No. No.
No.
“Jack!” Elizabeth screeches. “Not here. Not in broad daylight for fuck’s
sake!”
He pauses.
“The bitch deserves it!” he gloats to Elizabeth. And it gives me one precious
second to reach around and pull the gun from the waistband of my jeans.
Shakily, I aim at him, squeeze the trigger, and fire. The bullet hits him just
above the knee, and he collapses in front of me, crying out in agony,
clutching his thigh as his fingers redden with his blood.
“Fuck! ” Jack bellows. I turn to face Elizabeth, and she’s gaping at me in
horror and raising her hands above her head. She blurs . . . darkness closes
in. Shit . . . She’s at the end of a tunnel. Darkness consuming her.
Consuming me. From far away, all hell breaks loose. Cars screeching . . .
brakes . . . doors . . . shouting . . . running . . . footsteps. The gun drops from
my hand.
“Ana! ” Christian’s voice . . . Christian’s voice . . . Christian’s agonized voice.
Mia . . . sa一ve Mia.
“ANA!”
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Darkness . . . peace.
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