A loud pop and he stops dead in his tracks. He clutches his side, and when he draws his hands back to examine them, they’re already crimson. “That’s for the first time you slapped me.” Another shot. Trevor’s knees hit the ground. “That’s for the first time you punched me.” My tears mix with the rain. Saint’s arms wrap around me, still strong despite everything he’s been through tonight. I flinch when another shot fires and Trevor screams. “That’s for the first time you threw me into the wall.” Pop. “That’s for the first time you choked me.” Pop. Pop. Pop. Blood pools in the grass around him,
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