Seconds turned into frightful seven minutes, but Ashton couldn’t move or even debate on what to do. His life hung with that gun in his hand while the judgement rested with the devil sitting on the sofa without a care of the world. Suddenly, the day sucked more than Simone could ever suck. Did he make sense?
No! Horribly No. Because not every day he got to hold a weapon in his hand and was asked to press the trigger. But what should he do now?
“Dad!!!” As if on cue, his daughter heard his mental plight, she cried for him, and forgetting everything, he threw the gun back on the sofa and rushed towards the room to check on Alisha.
He was sure she would be freaking out, while here he was busy wasting his time on a sociopath.
He opened the room and immediately pulled his daughter in his arm
