I’ve looked over my shoulder for years, changing my hair color, my name, my location. I’ve stayed too long here. I need to leave. But something is stopping me. And his name is Bullet. He’s six-feet four of raw masculinity, in the colors of the Lords of Carnage. We have no future. I can’t risk it. But the thought of running away rips out my heart.
Bullet
by: Daphne Loveling