In retrospect, maybe the gun she held on her profile pic should have warned me. I had guessed it was a fake, or maybe it was not loaded. I mean what was she doing with a real pistol? Must be fake. Right?
Wrong. Turns out her dad’s a retired gangster, and the gun was very much real. Locked and loaded. She looked too beautiful to be crazy; I knew I would still fall even if she was, and fall I did.
Bullets don’t really hurt when you’re shot. The shock gets you rocking, adrenaline covers the pain, and if you’re strong enough, you may not pass out immediately. Depends on where you’re shot though. Crazy bitch shot my foot, twice. One bullet for each leg.
I don’t pass out, neither do I feel the pain at once. I’m in shock. She had retrieved the weapon from her bag with the ease of getting her lipstick. Her aim was perfect.
I lay on the floor a full minute doing nothing. She just sits there, on the bed, looking at me, and…crying?
“Why’d you shoot me?” I manage to ask, only now aware that the wet feeling on my legs must be blood. I dare not look down or try to move my legs.
She doesn’t reply. She keeps on crying.
I’m straight up confused.
In spite of myself, I can’t help thinking how pretty she looks, with her Dragon Soul T-shirt and teary face. She would be an angel if her demons weren’t so firm with their hold on her.
I repeat my question. Adrenaline fading, pain coming fast now. I’m searching her brown eyes for answers, all I see is pain. She looks like the attacked one.
“I don’t want you to leave me,” She said. “I love you too much to let you go.”
“Promise you won’t leave me?”
Crazy girl. I don’t have much of a choice now, do I? At this point, it’s a life or death question. I consider not answering but I realize she’s unstable and I had to keep her talking.
But what to say to defuse the situation? I don’t wanna die.
“You know I love you, Dalyn. But you know in your heart that if I make a promise in this situation, it’s very likely to be not genuine.”
“We have to give our love a chance to grow, and this is not the way. You know this, don’t you?”
The pain is searing now, my breathing is contracted and I feel woozy. She never takes her eyes off mine.
Finally, she sighs and gets off the bed. She walks to the other side of the room out of my line of vision. My head’s pounding now, so I can’t turn to follow her movement, I can barely even hold it up. I wonder if my legs would have to be amputated or something like that.
Forget that. I have to focus on the moment.
Her phone is making dialing noises.
“Hello 911, we’ve been robbed, my boyfriend is hurt. He’s… been shot. Please come quickly, he’s bleeding badly.”
I bravely check my legs for the first time since the shots, and indeed, i am bleeding badly. Two bullets holes above both my ankle joints.
She is still talking. “….Yes. Yeah. Number five, Fred Dunhill street, Gavin Estate. Please hurry. I don’t want to lose him…”
She hangs up. She’s a good actor. Perfect damsel-in-distress scene.
“Help is on the way, Luke. Your wounds aren’t fatal, and they won’t incapacitate your legs. I made sure of that.” She says.
She crosses over back to the bed side where I could see her clearly. She looks me in the eye again.
“When the police get here, you can do what you want with me, I won’t run away. I just want to be with you.”
At this point, I’m too weak to talk. I just nod. When they do get here, I suspect I would corroborate her tale. Call me a sucker for pain, or a fool, or a woman wrapper. Call me anything you want, but pretty girls like her don’t end up in jail. Rehab maybe, but not jail.
And I think I love her.
I must be crazy. Aren’t we all?
She bends over to kiss me, I kiss back. Sweet. I pass out.