Benny, however, can't turn away. His dark eyes burn as he stalks me from above, a gun pointed in my direction. "How do we want to do this, Tabitha?" he asks, his grin one of nightmares.
The gun clicks.
I'm out of plans. Let's be honest. I only had one plan, and it failed miserably. My indecision and regret fill the quiet room and I give up with a final gasp for air.
The back door flies off its hinges and slams against the wall causing me to jump and recoil away in my tight ball. A loud crash and splintering of wood rings in my ears. There's a pop and I freeze waiting for the pain of Benny's bullet.
It never comes.
Benny's smile falls, he takes a step back and then crumbles to the floor. A stream of red liquid from the side of his body pools in the cracks of the tile grout moving away
