Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang!
Shot after shot, bullet after bullet hit the bullseye on the targets lined up in a row twenty or so feet in front of me, far enough for me to miss if I hadn't been concentrating with laser focus.
The knot in my throat grew in time with the knot in my belly as I gripped onto the handle of the gun hard. Hard enough to leave imprints in my palms and the pads of my fingers. Adrenaline coursed through my veins for no reason other than the loud bang of each fired shot going off in front of me, echoing loudly in one ear and mutely in the other.
It wasn't enough.
I'd been shooting for hours, imagining Rolando's head bursting open like a piñata with every bullet that met its target.
It wasn't enough.
