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TWENTY THREE
LILY’s POV
BANG! The first shot is for father, who suffered mercilessly at the hands of Sergio.
BANG! The second is for mother who forever lost her dearly beloved.
BANG! BANG! The third and forth are for Rose and Thomas who now have to live a life without father and finally...
BANG! The last shot is for myself and every other woman whose lives have forever been ruined by the madman.
Smoke spirals from the tip of the gun and a lone tear trails down my check. It is done, my fate is sealed and with the back of my hand, I wipe the tear away hoping for it to be the last drop of sorrow I ever have to shed.
Now all I can do is wait for the rest of the men to finish with their shooting. It does seem to take forever though and by the time the last shot is fired, the sun has bid its goodbye and the moon is high up in the sky. I squint my eyes, peering at the targets that are a distance away and try to see how I fared
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