My Pretty Sweetheart (Arianna)

I was betting Jordan wouldn't fire at me.

It was my first guess.

Yet, at the same time, I sensed that Jordan would make an unexpected decision. There was no way for me to dodge this bullet.

"Bang!"

"Ah!"

Before I could figure out what to do, Jordan fired another shot in an attempt to hit Evan's other leg. Bright red blood stained the floor. Evan had no choice but to use his hands to support his body. Perhaps he was afraid of angering Jordan further, so he bit his lips hard to avoid making a sound even though his entire body was trembling. Even the veins on his forehead were visibly throbbing. Jordan's eyes were red with fury. He slowly cocked his gun away from Evan and toward the heavily injured Hendrix instead.

I had to put a stop to all this!

With no time to think or second-guess my decision, I quickly locked my gaze onto the gun in Jordan's hand.

The next second, I grabbed his hand and pulled it with all my strength. I aimed it at my left shoulder and used Jordan's finger to squeeze the trigger on the gun.

"Bang!"

it was too late. The bullet pierced through my flesh. It felt like a thousand burning needles were ripping through my

the pain, but I couldn't control my response anymore. My body felt like it wasn't mine

I knew the shot was not fatal, I still looked yearningly

looking at

no other concerns anymore. I let myself

felt someone wrap

as I slowly realized that I was still alive. Immediately, I struggled to open my eyes. Judging from the smell of disinfectant in the air, I knew

my

hard on the thigh. The pain felt very real. I was alive! Soon after, I started to be more conscious of the stinging pain in my shoulder. The constant pain of

I won the bet.

What about Hendrix?

stretched one leg out, but before it could touch the ground, a familiar low voice stopped me. "Are

Was Hendrix dead?

lying. If he had killed Hendrix, he would not have let me

reason for me to stay alive anymore. You can save me this time, but not forever. As soon as