They’re too ugly for my little paradise. Too filthy. Too cruel.
His face is contorted with lust and anger and a desire to inflict pain. He licks his lips slowly and for the first time, I truly understand what it means to have your skin crawl.
Nausea bubbles up inside me like a volcano, but I tamp it down and try to focus.
I bring my hand up. He sees the gun in my violently shaking hand.
Before I either give into the urge to puke or lose my only opportunity at this, I pull the trigger.
It’s harder than I think it will be. Or maybe I’m just weak and afraid.
The force of the recoil sends me stumbling backwards, but I manage to keep my feet.
He bellows and jumps to the side. A piece of tree bark behind him splinters on impact.
A foot or more wide.
“You f*****g b***h!” he growls, his j
