“Daniel, this is the last time I’m going to be here. You have broken my heart for the last time.”
Kenya rehearsed the words she had been reciting in her head since last night.
Just as she opened the bathroom door, Daniel threw her phone directly at her head.
She fell to the floor wailing as she held her bloody head.
He picked her up, slamming her to the wall by her neck, as he squeezed tighter and tighter. Kenya felt her eyes roll in the back of her head as his grip loosened.
Daniel turned around, grabbing his beer bottle, and continued to drink.
Kenya grabbed the gun that lay on the dresser. As she aimed it at Daniel’s head, she felt herself shaking.
He started shouting, “You better use that shit right!”
She fired the fatal shot as he dropped his beer bottle and collapsed on the floor.
“Help!” He shouted as he felt the blood pour from his head.