Chapter 77
CHAPTER SEVENTY-SEVEN
LOLA
“You fucking bitch!” Reese’s voice tears through the room. He’s on his back, hands clamped over his stomach, blood flowing between his fingers. “You shot me!”
He writhes on the floor, his face contorted into something between agony and disbelief. Like he still can’t process that the woman he called a gold-digging whore just put a bullet in him.
The gun is still in my hand. My fingers are locked around it. I don’t think I could let go if I tried.
I crawl.
Every movement is an earthquake inside my body. My arms tremble. My knees scrape against the hardwood. The gash on my temple is pulsing and warm, and I can feel blood running down my face and dripping off my jaw.
The door. I need to get to the door.
“Help!” I shout. Or try to.
I think I can see figures at the door. Everything is blurring into one. I lift the gun. Try to point it. My arm weighs a thousand pounds.
My vision goes black, and it’s like a switch. My ears are ringing. I can’t hear what they’re saying to me, whoever they are, whatever they’re shouting. It’s like someone has turned the volume down on the entire world.
My body melts against the ground.
And it feels… nice. Like peace. As if I’m sinking into warm water. Like falling asleep in a bathtub while someone makes you hot chocolate downstairs.
All I can see is Hunter and Wyatt.
They’re standing in sunlight. On the porch. Wyatt is waving. Hunter has his hat tipped back, and he’s smiling at me.
They’re telling me they love me.
I think I smile back.
It’s like floating.