Page 232 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
I shift, trying to move Dom so that I can take a full breath when I feel something hard and metal press against my arm.
A gun.
Holy shit, Dom's gun.
I slide my wrists slowly out of the restraint and reach for it slowly.Sebastian is so into his monologue that he doesn't notice what I'm doing.
"It's a shame, though, Mira was such a sweet girl. It's a shame I had to sell her off, but I had to make an example to the other girls here. You break the rules, you have to be punished. It's just the way that things work around here."
I feel along the gun to try and orient myself. I find the trigger. Then the safety.
I flick the safety off.
Then I grab the gun and pull it out from underneath Dom's dead body and I aim it right for Sebastian's head.
His eyes go wide for a split second before he laughs.
"You're not going to shoot me, you wouldn't dare?—"
Bang.
I miss. I aimed too high, I guess. The shot hits the concrete above his head, making some of it rain down on top of him.
He stares at me, dumbfounded. Shocked. Afraid.
Like he truly expected me to never be able to shoot him.
I lower my aim to his torso and shoot again and again.
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang.Click.
I shoot until there aren't any more bullets left.
I can see the blood gushing from the five bullet holes on his torso. He falls to his knees, a gurgled sort of gasp leaving his lips before he collapses onto his face.
I shove Dom's dead body off of me and vomit over the side of the gurney. I heave and heave and heave so hard I'm pretty sure I've burst some blood vessels in my eyes.
The room is a blood bath. A horrifying nightmare.
But I'm alive.
I undo the restraints around my ankles and stumble off the gurney. Blood covers the floor to the point that I leave bloody footprints as I step towards Sebastian's prone body. His chest continues to rise and fall as he makes these horrible, gurgling-type noises.
And then he stops.
I think I stop breathing at that point too.
The silence in the room echoes louder than the gunshots did.
I killed someone.
Ikilledsomeone.
I think now I know why Sebastian thought I wouldn't shoot him, because the thought that I've actuallykilledsomeone? It makes me want to go back to endlessly screaming. Even though he was a terrible person. Even though he's done and would have continued to do atrocious things.
I have his blood on my hands.
Literally, as I kneel down beside him and start digging in his pockets. It's warm and sticky and if I had anything more in my system to throw up, I would've.
