Pack Of Lies

Prologue

When some people look back on their lives they wonder how they got to the point that they are at and what they could have done differently to change their life.

Well that’s exactly what I’m thinking about while lying on the wet asphalt with my blood slowly oozing out of the gunshot wound that I just received from a 9 mm and a man in a mask.

“Way to go Rain”, I think to myself. “Now what?” I try to move only to realize the wound is up to high and the more I move around the faster I lose blood. “Dammit!” I scream as loudly as possible because it’s the only thing I can do. After everything I survived up until now, my once mundane life turned upside down by one man. Who the fuck is it? I wish I could get to him to see, to rip his mask off. I look around. He’s gone.

What now? What can I do to save myself? If I don’t do something soon I’m going to leave my children behind. That’s the one thing I refuse to do. “Get up Rain! Find your cell phone, Rain! Call for help, Rain! No matter what this Bastard can’t win! He will NOT beat me! I don’t care how much he wants me dead and away from Logan, I will not let him dictate my life and my loved ones!”

Slowly, I climb to my knees and spot my cell phone. I crawl over to it and dial 9-1-1. “9-1-1 Operator how can I help you?” Silence. “Hello I can’t hear you. You’re going to have to speak up for me to help you.” Again silence. I made it to the phone and was able to dial it but the amount of blood I was losing pumping from my heart was too much. I black out.

Luckily for me 9-1-1 has a trace locator on all calls that are placed. Now the question lingers as to whether they’ll reach me fast enough. Pray they do reach me in time for my son and daughter’s sake.