You b***h!
She pulled the trigger, but not at him. Just a few inches away from his feet. She shot the earth and not him. She couldn't possibly shot him, despite how much she hates him, a painful death would have been better than just a bullet wound. She couldn't do it. Or maybe she could but doesn't want to.
Maybe a little trick would do.
"Why didn't you shot me, you should have done that and got employed here." He knew she wasn't gonna shot him. He could predict her moves already.
"I don't wanna work here."
"Then where do you want to work."
"At Franco."
The biggest company in the town, her dream place she wanted to work there, become an intern after she gets to college. That was her dream. But that dream had been trapped upon by this man here.
Brennon.
Hateful
