67: The Gone Guy

TAYA's POV : "You're dead to me!" Judah growled as he lifted the gun in his hand, aiming straight for his father's heart. There were so much anger and hatred in his eyes. All that bitterness that he was harboring finally took its toll on him. Meanwhile, Mr. Harrison could only look up at his son in fear as he begged for his life. "Jaden, please, I never meant to hurt you. I... love you," "Love?” Judah scoffed mockingly and the gun clicked. “Nice try, but you're dead to me," Mr. Harrison was shaking in terror. He knew his time was up. With a cold and stoic look on his face, Judah pulled the trigger. "No!" I screamed. And all of a sudden, I wasn't watching Judah aim the gun at his father's heart anymore—he was aiming the gun at me. At my heart! * BANG! * The loud booming voice echoed in my ear and I jerked up immediately. I thought I'd have fallen to the floor or something, but the next thing I saw was my bedroom wall and that I was sitting on my bed. It was just a dream... Only a dream.