I don’t think, just react, pulling my gun out and cocking the son of a bitch, aiming it at his forehead. Seconds. Mere seconds. That was all it took. My finger hovers on the trigger, lightly pressing it. I’ll blow his fucking brains out. What kind of sick fuck messes with a little girl? He stares at me. He doesn’t cower. Doesn’t beg. Doesn’t ask those stupid questions I always get.
