I felt hot as an oven and blood or sweat (because I couldn't tell which one it was with my eyes tightly clinched together) was dripping down my forehead. Apparently I wasn't the only one whose brain might have been going dead cause hers was definitely in need of CPR if she thought I was going to tell her where my gun was.
"Somebody stole it out my car last week. I thought that was how you got it," I lied.
She squinted contemplating whether to believe me or not and checked her watch before addressing me again.
"You wanna know how you're gonna die or do you want it to be a surprise? Or...do you want me just to tell you how your sister is gonna die?" Gwen taunted with a nasty smirk finally sitting her raggedy ass down on the couch.
I glared at her, murmuring in pain as the bullet in my shoulder continued to make its presence known. I inched myself upright so that I was again sitting with my back against the wall facing her. Even though it probably took a minute or more in my position to do, Gwen said nothing while she watched me struggle.
"Comfy?" She asked sarcastically. "So which do you want to know? 'Cause he's probably gonna be down here with your sister any minute now and I bet it will all go so fast that I won't have time to tell you then. At least you won't die confused right?"
"Why can't you just let it go? We were never even seriously dating," I asked.
"Let it go? Negro please. I'm gonna let it go alright. One cap in your ass at a time," she chuckled menacingly.