by Unashamed » Sun Feb 10, 2013 11:41 am
Abby
I watch George, as I sit on the edge of the roof. "Sure, I'll be fine," I say, smiling at him reassuringly. "I can take care of myself, just as well as you can." Suddenly, a thought comes to mind, as I remember the pistol I'd gotten yesterday. I take it out of my skirt's waistband, and load it with half the stash of bullets I kept in my backpack. "Here, you might need it," I say, handing the gun to George.