“Adria you don’t have to do this!” Ethan calls out, keeping his hand up above his head as he walks closer. “Just, just put the gun down, Adria. Just put it down.” Derek’s sobbing beneath me, some hero. Then again given his family’s history that was already inevitable.

“Adria your father wouldn’t want this!” Derek try’s to argue.

“You don’t get to talk about my father! You don’t get to tell me what he would want! I didn’t even get a chance to find out what he would want Derek!” I tighten my grip on the gun.

“You can’t blame him for his father’s actions! He didn’t hurt you Adria! So please, just put the gun down. If not for him, for me. That’s my best friend we’re talking about!” Ethan’s crying too now. And as much as I love him, I need to do this.

“How can you even say that, Ethan! You know what he did! She won’t even watch fireworks because of that night!” Mack steps in, pulling her sleeves up, ready to fight.

“Your better than this! We can put that behind us! It’ll be hard but we can! I won’t ever bring him near you! We can pretend he never existed. Just please, put the gun down.”

“I can’t.” My finger slides down to the trigger. And just like that. Bang.