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“Fiona, no! Blake is right! We d-didn’t know. I didn’t know you even wanted me. You never told me, but now that I know…I…you’re right. We should be together. Of course we should,” Declan rambled, his panic clear in every shaky word. I could see the movement of his arms as he fought to get free, but I knew it was no use. Neither of us were getting free of the ropes Fiona had tied. She must have been a fucking girl guide or something with her knot tying skills!
“We will be. I know we will,” Fiona replied with a terrifying calmness. She moved the gun away from me and spun the barrel of it so it made a clicking sound. “This is my dad’s old revolver. One of the few things he left when he ran off on Mom and me. It has one bullet in it.” She set that gun down and picked up the more modern looking, smaller gun she had pointed at me earlier. “This one is mine. It’s fully loaded.”
“What is this? Are we going t-to have a dual or something?” I scoffed in an attempt to mask my fear. “Shoot out at the OK Corral, huh Fiona?”
“Not quite,” she replied with a smile that utterly chilled me. She sat forward and pulled a small penknife from the pocket of her jeans. I recoiled a little out of instinct when she opened up the blade, but she only used it to cut my right hand free of the ropes, then she put it back in her pocket. “We’re going to have a game of Russian Roulette. The bullet in this gun is going to choose who Declan should be with – who he is destined to be with,” she laughed as she lifted the revolver again.
“No fucking way!” Declan barked as he looked to me with equal parts fear and anger. I looked around me to reassess my options now I had a hand free, but I was still pinned to the heavy chair and the guns were out of my reach where they currently sat.
“Fiona, we can s-sort this out. We d-don’t n-need to…”
“Shut the fuck up!” she screamed, cutting me off. “You caused this! You!” she pointed a finger right in my face. “You tried to take him from me! You think I want this? You think I want to threaten the life of the man I love? I have no choice! I have to prove it to him! I have to make him see we were always meant to be together!”
“Fiona…” I tried again, but she cut me off.
“No! No more talking. You go first,” she held the revolver out to me by the butt. “Take the gun, put it to your head and pull the trigger.”
“Don’t you fucking dare, Blake!” Declan yelled as his fight to get free turned much more determined and violent as he fought in the chair.
“Do it or I shoot him, then the both of us. This ends today either way. Declan and I together at last, or all of us dead,” Fiona threatened as she lifted the other gun and pointed it right at Declan’s head.
Tears were streaming down my face and my hand shook so hard I could barely get a hold of the gun to take it from Fiona.
“Blake. Don’t do this,” Declan pleaded as he looked from me to Fiona. “You don’t need to do this, Fiona. We can be together. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want. Just let her go…please, just let Blake go,” he begged.
“I have to prove it to you. You’ll never believe it was destined to be otherwise. You have to see it was always supposed to be me,” Fiona replied and I knew she was completely gone. She was at a level of crazy we would never be able to reason with. We couldn’t get free and I was pretty sure if I didn’t play her little game she really would just snap and shoot both of us before killing herself.
The only chance we had was for me to play along and pray luck was on my side. Surely with just the sound of the first shot, Luca would hear and come running, right? Would there be a sound of a shot if there was no bullet though?Please God, don’t let there be a bullet.
“Do it Blake, or we’re all dead, starting with him,” Fiona sneered, her gun still trained on Declan.
As I lifted the gun to the side of my head I looked to Declan through my tears and prayed he understood how hard I was telling him I loved him at that moment.
“Blake, please,” he whispered.
“It’s g-going to be alright,” I tried to reassure him, even as my body shook so hard I could barely press the gun to the side of my head.
“Pull the trigger!” Fiona screamed as she looked to me with a sick excitement. She really believed I was going to die in that moment. She believed fate would rid her of me and leave the way free for her to have Declan.
I didn’t want to die. There was a time in my life when all I wanted was a way out, but that had been a whole different life. Now I wanted to live. I wanted to have the love and happiness my dad, Trent, Nan, and my guys brought into my life. I wanted a future and a life with them all in it. I wanted to have so much joy and light in my being, that the darkness and horror of my past became nothing more than a small speck in the scheme of things.
But I knew that if I didn’t pull the trigger and play along with Fiona’s delusion, she would kill Declan, and I was not willing to risk that, even if Declan was pleading with me to do just that.
“It will be alright,” I whispered to him again as I fought against every instinct in my body that was trying to stop me from squeezing the trigger of the gun I held to my right temple. Sweat covered my trembling body and the palms of my hands, making it hard to grip the gun.Please God, don’t let there be a bullet this time.
“BLAKE!” Declan roared as I looked to him one last time, hoping and praying that I wasn’t about to make him watch on as I put a bullet into my own head. Having to look away from the terror and anguish in his eyes, I closed my eyes and squeezed the trigger of the gun. When I heard the loud click of the empty barrel, a sob burst from me, and my trembling hand dropped the gun to the table. I fought to get a breath in through my panic and then opened my eyes. Declan was staring at me with a mix of horror and relief. I turned to Fiona, who was on her feet with the other gun pressed against the side of his head. I guessed he had made a move to attack her in some way so she had been forced to subdue him.
“My turn,” she declared with a shrug. She moved the gun away from Declan’s head and returned to her seat between us. I was hoping she would lower the fully loaded weapon to the table close to me, but she held on to it, in her left hand, as she used the right to pick up the revolver. Without any hesitation, or even thought, it seemed, she pressed it to her temple and pulled the trigger. She did it so easily, that it only solidified for me the unbelievable level of unstable we were dealing with.
I squeaked in fear for her, despite what she was doing to us, when the gun just clicked, exactly as it had for me - another empty chamber in the gun now gone, only increasing the chances of the next shot being a real one. Declan was cursing as he struggled to get free again. Blood was running down his hands from where he had rubbed away the skin under the ropes, but it wasn’t stopping him.
“See,” Fiona shrugged again as she turned to Declan, “Destined to be together.” She put the revolver on the table and pushed it towards me once again. “You’re up.”
“This is fucking insane!” Declan uttered. “Just fucking stop this. I don’t fucking want you, Fiona. I’ll never want you.” He started to fight even more violently in the chair, causing it to rock from side to side so hard I had no idea how it was remaining upright.
“Stop that now!” Fiona barked like she was reprimanding a naughty toddler. She got to her feet to try and stop him, but the chair went over before she could do anything and Declan smashed to the floor on his side. I couldn’t see him but I heard his loud grunt of pain and the thud of the impact as he met the ground.
“Declan!” I cried, terrified he had hit his head.
