jamesjonesboss
Jimmy could clearly hear the cracking in the cabinet, but that was just because of the fact he knew you were in there. She better shut the fuck up. The man didn’t seem to be bothered by it, though. He looked up at the man. “I let her go. Send her on a trip home.” Then he heard a loud noise from the cabinet. The doors opened and out stormed the teenage girl with a gun in her hand. My. Fucking. God. Because he called her a punk?
The two men in the room were shocked and took their guns off Jimmy, and aimed at the girl. They were ready to shoot - when Jimmy found himself an opportunity. He pushed himself from the floor and rugby-tackled the guy against the other man. A fierce pain rose up in his shoulder, but he wasn’t bothered by it. Now, both three man in this room were on the floor. The guns were dropped, and Jimmy smashed his hand in the face of one of the guys. He screamed in pain.
The other man was reaching for his gun, but Jimmy was a split of a second faster. He had reached for the gun of the other man and aimed it at the guy. He didn’t want the teenager to shoot. The gun was loaded, yes, but she shouldn’t be traumatized at her age, especially for a girl. Jimmy pulled the trigger, blowing the man’s brains out. He then crawled up, the other man still on the floor with a bleeding nose. He smashed him on his head with the back of his gun, than turning to you. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” He yelled, stepping to the door and closing it. Footsteps could be heard from the stairs. “To the window, quick!”
"But what was I supposed to do? Watch you getting shot as well? I saved your life, twice! Stop putting up such a rude attitude! I tried to help you!" Mercy hissed while her eyes checked from the man to the blood that was on the ground.
She had not longed for this violence to occur, the fact that three had died right now scared her. It was terrible she was involved with criminals and criminals murdering other criminals. And then of course the wounded Jimmy who wouldn't back down and would yell at her whenever she did something.
Well she understood his point, what she did wasn't wise. It was a big risk and could had ended less positive for her. She could be the one on the ground dying due a bullet put into her. Yes, dangerous and reckless decisions.
"The window? We can't! you are wounded! It is too high!" Protested, although she knew that putting on an argument now was the worst thing to do. So as she was told she moved towards the window.
