Chapter 12: Bullet Emily
Pru's POV
I heard someone groan and I turned around to find Anton on the floor with notable bruises on his face and two Palace guards holding him down.
"Keep him away from me!" Emily yelled and held on to Zuri tightly before she saw the gun tucked away on his waist and she grabbed it and pointed it at Anton.
I knew Zuri would try to take it from her. It was the right thing to do because Emily might be a sweet teenager but everyone is capable of murder even the saints of this world…even Emily. Believe me given the right circumstances and right motivation, everyone's demon was bound to come out.
I saw Zuri's hand on Emily's shoulder and heard his voice next.
"Do me a favor…Don't miss" He said to her.
I blinked "wait what?"
Maybe I didn't hear him well but did he just give her permission to shoot?
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Zuri's POV
Emily dimmed her eyes considerably.
"I am going to do it. I swear I will " Emily told me.
I really thought I was clear when I let my sister take the gun that she had permission to pull the trigger but she seemed unsteady like she wanted me to be the voice of reason.
My little sister who currently had a split lip and bruises on her face and arms, and about a million more on her body which I couldn't see, wanted me to be the voice of reason?
No bloody way in hell.
I had no idea I would feel this kind of silent rage as I watched Emily wipe the blood from her lips.
"I will do it. I can't keep being a victim! At some point I have to fight back…I have to…shoot back! It may as well be him!" She yelled.
Still no arguments from me.
I knew people like Anton enough to know that if you don't put them down, they try again and again and again until it's mission accomplished for them.
For people like Anton, 'what doesn't kill you makes you stronger' does not apply to them because they just try again and again until they achieve what they set out to do.
"Zuri! You can't let her do this!" Anton yelled from the floor he was sitting on.
I ignored him. I would get to him in time but for now, my focus was Emily.
"I am saying shoot him, Emily or hit him back…basically take out your anger and frustration on him because if you don't, I will and when I am done with him, he won't be moving…at all. If he is not dead then he will be on his way to dead"
Emily's hand trembled just a little bit as her hand tightened around the gun.
After a few seconds, I thought she wasn't going to do it after all. I was about to take the gun from her when I saw Anton smile like he was making fun of her inability to pull the trigger and all hell was let loose.
Gunshot sound went off in the air like firecrackers as Emily pulled the trigger to my sweet delight. She shot a couple of bullets before she stopped.
I started laughing.
Oh my God! She actually pulled the trigger.
When I managed to stop my amusement. I realized she looked surprised that she actually pulled the trigger too.
"Oh God! We have to call the cops and an ambulance" Emily was starting to panic and she was trying not to cry too.
Her panic ridden face was diminishing my amusement.
"I know. I will take care of it. Come on" I led her to the door and opened the door for her.
Pru was close by and I handed Emily over to Pru who had a bruised knuckle I didn't fail to notice. She must have taken a swing at Anton.
"Zuri, I need to…did I…did I kill him?"
"Nah. You are a bad shot. I am certain you didn't hit any major organ" I said with a straight face.
"We need to.."
"Pru will take you straight to my quarter after a stop at the physician and that is final. I will deal with Anton here"
She nodded and I closed the door after they left.
I turned around to look at Anton, he was still where I left him.
He was on the floor and my two guards were keeping their distance.
"Are you still alive?" I asked as soon as I lowered myself to the ground.
First, I heard a wheezing sound before I saw him stir.
"Are you still alive?!" I yelled at him.
"Help… me, she's crazy" Anton struggled with breathing.
At first, I assumed it was shock or maybe Pru punched his throat because somehow none of the bullets Emily fired touched him.
He was one lucky son of a bitch, oh wait! Emily got his thigh and abdomen.
Good!
I sat on the floor beside him. I wasn't in a hurry to help him.
"Yeah, she is crazy, isn't she? For a moment when I was running to save her from you, I wondered if I was too late. It's not a good feeling, man. It's a terrible feeling, you know" I was calmer now like I was discussing with an old friend about a lunch plan.
"It's getting difficult to breathe…I …need a doctor"
Immediately he asked for a doctor, I touched my forehead like I just remembered what I was forgetting.
"Of course, Man. You are hurt, Emily did you real bad but what makes you think I am in the mood to help?"
I liked the fear that appeared in Anton's eyes. I loved it so much that I wanted it to stay there forever.
"You went after my little sister, you sadistic bastard! I should let you bleed to death! You went after her under my roof, under my nose! She is seventeen years old you prick! She's half your age!" I wiped my face with my palm.