Norma Jean - By Amanda Heath Page 0,78

we have already discussed why that is not happening. “Creed please don’t do this. We can work it out. Please just let’s leave and go home!” I can’t even believe that I’m begging him for something. But it’s all fight or flight. Or in my case begging.

“Do you really think I would fall for that?” he looks at me with shock written all over his face. “I’ve come to the conclusion you will never love me. Never be with me willingly. A shame really, I think we had a wonderful relationship. If only you had loved me instead of that prick.”

Now it’s my turn to look shocked. He just said that didn’t he? “Creed. I don’t know what twisted fucked up place you live, but we didn’t have a wonderful relationship. I’m fucking terrified of you and you hit me every day. Made me sell drugs for you! Made me have sex with you in public!” my fear has been replaced by anger. Which probably isn’t a good idea.

“Those were things to keep you in check! You were wild, always off dancing with that stupid friend of yours! You would have left me so I made you sell drugs to keep you close! I fucked you in front of my friends so they would know you are mine!” He pulls me up to my feet shoving the gun to my good temple. “You were ungrateful for everything I ever did for you!”

“What did you do that was so fucking good?” I scream my face right in his. “You broke up Chance and me. We were the ones who had a wonderful relationship. You then chose to let me live in fear! You ruined my fucking life Creed! You could never have made it better!” My hands are clinched in his shirt and I think I might be getting through to him but then I take it too far. “I fucking hate you! I will always hate you after everything you have done to me!”

Boom.

It’s the only sound out here in the wilderness. At first I think it’s a hunter or something shooting a deer but the pain shooting through my leg is a clear sign of what really happened. I look down at my leg and cringe. There’s a perfect hole in my thigh and blood pools out in waves. I think he hit an artery or something. There’s an important artery in the thigh right? I’m not just crazy? “You actually fucking shot me.” I say surprising us both. I don’t even remember him lowering the gun!

“Shit.” He gasps. Creed lets me go and I fall to the ground suddenly empty of energy. He also drops the gun.

I pick it up faster than he can blink firing off a round in his chest. He drops down beside me puffing for air. It doesn’t take him long to die. Only a few seconds and I feel like complete and total shit. I never thought I would be the kind of person to kill someone. I wasn’t even aiming for his chest. I just wanted to wound him so he would be defenseless.

Silent tears fall down my cheeks. I may have actually hated Creed but I didn’t want him to die. I know in some deep twisted way he loved me. No one should be killed by the person they love. I’m going to hell and I deserve it.

I tip my head to look down my leg and all the blood. He definitely hit something important. There is so much blood. God I’m going to die. I don’t want to die. I start freaking out wondering if Heaven and Hell are real or not. The tears fall faster.

Chance appears in my head and I calm a little. Black appears around my vision and I shut my eyes picturing Chance’s handsome face. I want to see him when I go. Feel his hands and the way they make me crazy. His smile lights up my whole entire life. He won’t smile for a while now.

I feel my life slowly slipping away. I’m barely breathing and I can’t seem to focus on anything, I know there are people I should be thinking of but my brain won’t work.

Then it’s too late because I’m gone.

Chance

My professor drones on and on. I honestly don’t even care what he is saying. Calculus is like second nature to me, I don’t need him explaining anything to me because I already understand. All I can think of is