Out of place in this neighborhood.
It wasn’t the most affluent of places, but this van was beat up enough that it caught my eye. And then, the door to the side slid open as it started down the road.
I saw the two men hanging to the sides before I saw the guns.
Frowning, I reached for Finn, grabbed his arm to warn him, but before I could, they fired.
After the crowing laughter from the brothers, the joyous tears from Lena, the staccato bursts of gun shots interspersed with screams, sounded all the more obscene.
And just as my happiness turned to dread, my pure white suit which Finn had insisted upon because of my virginal status before he’d deflowered me—as he called it—bloomed red. Where before, there’d been joy, now there was only pain.
And blackness.