“Please Brian! Don’t do it! Brian; please! Oh Brian!”
The innumerable voices echoed into my ears and I sprang from my chamber. Initially, I thought it was a dream. The murmuring had sounded too intense that reality flashed before my eyes only to wake to this horrible scene.
Lo and behold, everyone was standing still at the door, begging Brian, who had an automatic pistol in his hand.
“What! Oh my God! Oh gosh! No! How come!” I exclaimed, gagged my mouth with my hands, stuck at the wall and almost pee on myself. My entire body had started to be fidgety at this time and I could feel the balls of sweat pelt on my brow and nose.
The billionaire father was on his knees, pleading and begging out his eyes and voice for Brian to drop the gun. I wondered how long he had been weeping. That made
