Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

When she saw me, Sofia’s eyes widened and something akin to relief
shone in them, but it was really short lived and fright soon came to replace it
again.
As soon as her assailant saw me gun in hand, he lifted both hands in the
air. My heart started beating a little faster, thinking he was gonna pull a
weapon out of his sleeve, but he was actually just putting his hands in the air
as a way to signal he was not a danger to us. Then one hand gripped his
hoodie and he pulled it over his head, showing us his face.
That’s when I realized he was speaking. His lips were moving but I
couldn’t hear anything over the deafening sound blaring in my head. I was
aware of movement behind me as two officers came into the room and aimed
their guns at him.
As soon as she realized he was not holding her anymore, Sofia all but ran
to me, encircling my waist with her arms and burrowing her head against my
chest. My left arm came down, hugging her even closer to my body, while the
other one was still holding my gun up, pointing at the son of a bitch who was
responsible for this whole mess. I could breathe a little easier, fear giving
way to white hot anger.
“Who the fuck are you?” I surprised myself with how much venom was in
my voice.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Don’t shoot! I just wanted to talk to her!” This
pathetic excuse for a man was still holding both hands in the air, looking even
more frightened than Sofia did two seconds ago.
“Answer the fucking question if you don’t want my bullet in your
motherfucking throat!”
Voice trembling, he fell to his knees, “My name is Andrew Harrison, I
work for The Lakestone Tribute! My ID is in my back pocket!” My nostrils
flared as soon as I heard his words.