Page 93 of The Rebel of Raleigh High
For someone so resigned to die, Leon sure puts up one hell of a fight. He’s desperate as he twists his body, struggling to aim the rifle at Kacey.
“Just her,” he grinds out between his teeth. “She’s the only one that really matters.”
“LEON, STOP!”
Everything happens in a blur.
The deafening bang.
The blow to my ribs.
Leon slumping to the ground.
The cold, wet chill that spreads outward across my chest.
I stagger back, stunned at the sight of Leon sprawled, glass-eyed, on the floor.
“What the…fuck?”
I look at Kacey, and her mouth is open, tears streaming down her face. She’s holding the gun I dropped in her hands. “God, I’m sorry, I…I don’t know what happened. I shot him. I shothim!”
I hold my hand to my chest, and…it comes away red.
The pain kicks in, just as I look down and see the small, smoking hole in my sternum.
Turns out I was wrong.
The gun Leon dropped outside the library wasn’t empty after all.
I just forgot to check the chamber…
