Page 2 of Falling in Reverse

This guy must be new to the gang he’s in.

Or maybe he’s about to piss his pants, I don’t know.

Honestly, I don’t care to find out or have a second to wait. I’m going to save up for an alarm system in this house. Fuck all this shit.

Not that the cops will be much use when it goes off. However, maybe it’ll scare some of them away, at least.

Fuck that, I’m buying a damn dog.

Five dogs.

“Dude, let’s go.” I jump at the sound of another male’s voice. My eyes slice behind the dickhead in front of me to the second one, wearing the exact black ski mask over his face.

Smart.

I don’t pick up on any of his features—if he’s tall, short, fat, skinny—because my focus cuts back over to the dangerous or stupid guy within a barrel’s length of me who might try to grab this gun.

Ol’ boy doesn’t move at his friend’s request.

So I rack it, putting one bullet in the chamber to show how serious I am. The sound shakes me to my core at the inexorable result this may cause. I could wake the whole damn house up with this, but none of mine are going to get killed tonight.

He still watches me, nothing but emptiness in those dark bulbs of irises, but that’s when he steps forward.

Which causes me to lift my weapon so it’s pointed at his head.

“Better listen up, dickhead,” I warn for the last time. “Takes one pull and you’re done.”

He stares down the barrel, then flicks his inky gaze to me again.

My body buzzes in warning that he’s a psycho, considering he’s not reacting to anything I do. Figures I would have someone demented and fearless walk inside my home in the middle of the night, with no sense of fear, when I have his life in my hands.

That’s my luck and how it’s been going lately.

It’s been my good fortune for two months ever since Mom died.

“Do it.” Two words astonishingly spill from his lips.

A challenge.

I like those.

My finger flirts with the trigger, and I don’t hesitate.

I pull.

TWO

bay

“Did your dad hear?” I glance over at Levi, green irises furrowed in on me with unadulterated worry—like always. There’s never a day that goes by when my best friend isn’t trippin’ out over something around here.

In fact, he’s been tacking on to my anxiety lately.

Ever since Dad’s stroke, Levi has been upping his antics with checking in, making sure my sisters are fed and I’m somewhat sane.

The latter is dwindling by a thread here.

However, I do appreciate him in every capacity. Not only has he been here recently, but Levi has always been a building block in my existence.

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