Untitled? |Closed RP
With a painful hesitation, Clementine kicked back Ben, his grip nearly releasing her. She turned around, and quivered as her small finger was placed on the trigger. She only wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt her. Holding her breath steadily, she closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger.
As he felt the sharp pain in his stomach, he bared his teeth, his knuckles turning a sickly white as his body persisted to let go. Falling back onto his knees as he still gripped the yellow shirt, the child fell on top of him.