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Agony envelops my senses as searing pain makes itself known. The metallic scent of blood fills the air.
Who’s blood is that?
Mine?
Oh fuck.
I knew bullet–proof vests do little against assault rifles. My body goes limp in pain. A chaos is unfolding around me and I’m unable to comprehend what is happening. One would think it’s impossible to focus on something else in a situation like this.
But all I can remember is… I never introduced Avery to my mom. I cannot die before doing that. None of us can die.
A soft palm grabs my hand, and I look up. My sight is blurred, but I know it’s her. I strain to focus on her face. Her eyes are full of fear. I want to make her smile.
She shouldn’t get hurt. That’s when I realize I am on my stomach and she is far from safe. I push myself up to cover her with my body.
The harsh crack of gunfire echoes through the air, followed by a sharp voice, “Target is down.”
“Are you hurt?” She asks.
I am not sure.
I reach out to touch her cheek, my fingertips tracing the lines of her face.
“Mam, are you shot?” someone asks, and she shakes her head.
“No. I am fine.”
“Is he okay?” Someone asks.
“I- I don’t know. I think he missed the shot, but he fell down. I cannot see any blood apart from-” Avery’s voice is frantic while she pats my body.
I think she is safe now. I need to sleep for a while. I think to myself as I close my eyes.
<<. Avery. >>
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It was all confusing. Miles played along and acted as if it was some scene he was going to participate in. He was cool as a cucumber. Ethan, on the other hand, I don’t know what he was thinking. I guess he thought it would be nice if he got Miles into restraints without forcing him.
Then all of the sudden he snapped as if he saw something. Everything felt surreal out of a movie. He started yelling at Miles to remove his clothes. Maybe he felt Miles‘ confidence was a bad sign. He panicked and fired. I think it was an accidental shot because he wasn’t aiming.
I thought the bullet didn’t touch Miles. So why did he fall on the ground with sheer force? Why isn’t he moving?
“Miles, open your eyes. Please,” 1 say, but he doesn’t react. I glance around. The bullet holes are spread across the wall towards the ceiling.
“Was he shot?
No, no, no. Please tell me he wasn’t,” I say, trying to move and check him, but I’m still tied to one spot.
A man kneels in front of me and says, “Let me check him.” I blink and realize it’s a paramedic.
Were they prepared? Of course they were.
The moment shot was fired, Ethan fell on his knees too. I couldn’t understand it before, but now I can see he has been shot on his back. In fact, his body is riddled with bullets. But I don’t feel a fraction of emotion for him.
“Is he dead?” I ask with disdain. The paramedic attending Ethan glances at me but doesn’t answer.
This room is a mess. I don’t think this image can ever vanish from my head.
“Have some water,” someone offers me a bottle standing between me and Ethan. I accept it as he bends near me and says, “Let me uncuff you.”
“Was there a sniper outside? Who shot him?” I ask, tilting my head towards Ethan.
Officer nods as he frees my wrist. I wince as he rubs the impression marks for blood flow.
“Shot wasn’t clear, so it wasn’t our first choice. But when Miles fell on the ground, we had to act.”
“I’m glad you did. Although that single shot wasn’t enough.”
Ethan fired multiple rounds. A shiver passes down my spine at realization how easily we could’ve been killed.
“Our guess is he couldn’t pull his finger away from the trigger. That’s why this whole mess is here.” he says, glancing at the bullet holes in the wall.
When armed officers entered the room, they shot him a few more times. I hope he dies. I have never felt this hate at anyone before to wish for their death. But that’s what I wish for right now. If he survives, I will make sure he is thrown into prison for a very long time.
A paramedic near me says something, and my attention comes back to Miles.
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“Is he okay? Is he shot?” I ask, but he doesn’t answer.
I look at his face in dismay. Paramedic has carefully placed him on his side.
“Are you having any difficulty breathing?” He asks him.
I stay quiet, hoping to hear his voice, but Miles doesn’t reply. Panic courses through my veins, and my mind races with a million worse scenarios. “Is he going to be okay? Please tell me he is fine.” I repeat.
No one answers as if I’m invisible, surrounded by a whirlwind of paramedics.
We are rushed to the hospital in different ambulances. Last thing I remember is someone approaching me with a syringe.
“It’s going to be okay, Avery. You need to calm down,” Raylan assured me while someone injected something into my
arm.
!
“Why can’t you answer me?”
My frantic thoughts slowed down, and my body relaxed against the stretcher. The chaos around me faded into the background as my consciousness slipped away.
In my slumber, my dreams are haunted by fragments of the nightmare I faced in the past 24 hours.
Miles is lying on the ground, and no one is paying attention to him. The sound of gunshots and the lifeless body of Ethan replayed in my mind again and again.
‘My doll…
‘What are you wearing in your ear?‘
‘I wasn’t expecting you would go so far.’
‘Remove your clothes.‘
‘Now.‘
“Hey relax!” A voice says, and I slowly open my eyes. The hazy remnants of sedation still cloud my vision. As my surroundings come into focus, I realize I’m lying in a hospital bed. The sterile scent of the hospital fills my nostrils. The nightmare is over. The crisp white sheets beneath me are a physical reminder that I’m safe. I’m not in that cursed warehouse anymore.
That’s some good news.
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“Where is Miles?” These are the first words out of my mouth.
“Right next to you, my doll.”
I turn my head to the voice, and my eyes widen in realization. Miles is lying on a bed next to me. Our eyes meet, and a gentle smile forms on his face.
Relief washes over me. “Miles,” I breathe, my voice barely above a whisper. My hand reaches out to touch his, our fingers intertwining. “You scared me. Oh God, I had a terrible dream.”
“Yeah, you were very distressed in your sleep… but don’t worry now. We are safe,” he replies softly.
I exhale a shaky breath while looking around. We are in a private room. But it’s not an emergency ward. I sit up and put my feet down on the floor.
“Avery, you shouldn’t,” he says as I get up.
He was right to warn me. The sedatives are still in my system, so I sway hard. I hold the bed to steady myself. Miles gets up in instinct to hold me.
“Oh fuck!” he says as he doubles over.
“Stay where you both are!” a nurse says as she makes her way inside the room.
“Mr. Miller, this is my last warning. If you move again, I will tie you in this bed.”
Miles chuckles, grabbing his side in pain
“Too bad for you. Bondage is my kink.” Miles is trying to brush it off, but I can hear his voice is strained. He is not comfortable.
“I want to be next to him,” I say as I slip in Miles‘ bed.
The nurse sighs as Miles slips his hand around my waist and says, “Yea… now I’m feeling much better.”
“You are not supposed to move, Mr. Miles. You need to understand that your injuries are not minor.”
“What happened to him?” I look at him and ask, “I thought you weren’t shot. Were you shot?” I ask in disbelief.
“He was, and he wasn’t.” The nurse replies while taking my vitals.
“What? What kind of answer is that?” I ask, and Miles grins.
