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| " Do you really think they'll miss you, Heather? Do you really think that they care about you?" Nick asked quietly, softly running the tip of the revolver down Heather's tear soaked cheeks. " Do you really think that?" " Nick I-" " Shut up!" He yelled. " Did I say you could talk?" He dragged the gun down underneath her chin and pushed up forcefully causing her to whimper. " It would be so easy to just..... just kill you right now," He said lifitng his crazed, cold, steel grey eyes to her terrified brown ones. " So... easy..." Still holding the gun to her, her leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips.... and pulled the trigger. Click. He pulled away and smiled. " You got lucky," |