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Damon's pov

My heart skipped a beat as my father rushed into the room with a gun in his hand. I had never seen him so unhinged before, and it scared me.

"Father, put the gun down," I said, trying to keep my voice calm. "This isn't the way to handle things."

But my father was beyond reason. He pointed the gun at Quincy, his eyes blazing with anger. "You'll pay for what your father did to me!" he shouted.

I could see the fear in Quincy's eyes as my father took aim, and I knew I had to act fast. I lunged forward, grabbing my father's arm and trying to wrestle the gun away from him.

"Stop it, Father!" I yelled. "This isn't the answer!"

But my father was too strong for me, and he pushed me away with a fierce shove. I stumbled backwards, watching in horror as he pulled the trigger.

The sound of the gunshot echoed through the room, and for a moment, everything was still, as my father shot at the roof.

I felt sick to my stomach as I realized what had just happened.

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