"Shoot me first." I said and father raised his brows at me.
"Shoot you first?"
"Yeah. I mean why not? I'm a good for nothing just like you."
He gritted his teeth at my words and moved his gun towards me, "Well, then let's do that."
"No!!" Mom shouted on the top of her lungs, "Leave him alone you scumbag!"
Father shot his head towards her and in that moment I jumped at him, with one big leap I grabbed the gun in his hands but of course he wasn't going to yield that easily. We both struggled to get the gun out of the other's hand. I kicked his leg to make him lose his balance but he brought me down to the floor along with him. In the struggle, the gun fired, piercing a hole through the wall. Our attempts still continued,he was on top of me trying to get the upper hand.
I had no intention of losing, no matter how it was in the past. I'm different now, a lot stronger, not that father isn't but if I had to win through second means, I will.
