Autumn followed her, starting to pick up on Willows excitement. She wasnt sure why she was excited. Maybe it was because she would finally be able to defend herself. She looked at the cabinet with wid eyes. "Woah" She said slowly

She crossed her arms and just stared at him. "Okay. What do you want?" She asked him, ready to get this over with. "I just want to know what you did with Autumn and why you burned down moms apartment. Its on the news you bitch" He said, his eyes suddenly dark and her eyes darkened as well, just like they always did when she was about to start a fight. "Autumn is safe. Although, I dont know why you would be concerned as you never tried to protect ehr before" She snapped and added "I burned down her apartment because she deserved it and because I can. And good. Now everyone knows the sluts house is gone with her in it" She added and stared at him coldly. "And call me a bitch again and I will freeze parts of you, starting with your thick skull" She hissed and her brother glared at her. "Autumn" He said and she nodded. "Shes with me. Im in charge of her now" And she ignored her brothers look. "Now if youll excuse me, if that was all you wanted, ill be leaving now. I have somewhere I need to be soon." She said and turned but her brother grabbed her arm. She tensed and made a low noise in her throat. A dangerous noise that meant if he didnt let go, she would burn him

"My sister said to always pick the gun that you connected with. So go ahead, take a look, and pick the gun you are drawn to the most" She said proudly, stepping away from the cabinet to give Autumn the complete space.

Broken laid on the bed, curled up in a ball, trying to cover her body. Her clothes had been ripped from her body and discarded on the floor against her will, and now the man was yanking his pants back on. "Your a monster" She whimpered. The man smirked. "I know" he said.

"I know it sounds odd but it's true. When you shoot a gun, that gun becomes part of you, if it doesn't, well then you got the wrong gun." She said. "Great, let's go outside and practice." She said when Autumn picked a gun. Willow moved past the stairs and out the back door, outside was a small shooting range set up with targets in the shape of people.

The man left the room and Broken continued to lay on the bed. Feeling helpless and weak.

Autumn nodded slowly, a little confused. Autumn followed Willow when she said to practice and she looked at the targets with small wide eyes and then randomly doubled over in laughter

She wasnt sure what time it was. She had been stupid and left her phone back at the mansion. She stood up when the bus stopped and she immidiately felt sick but wiped emotion off her face and got off the bus and made her way to the park. She crossed her arms even as her fingers twitched for her gun

"I never thought I would be in a mansion, holding a gun, and learning to shoot at targets that look like people. I dont know why its so funny" She said and started laughing harder

She immediately saw all of them and she felt her stomach drop. She walked towards them and simply said "We have a problem"
(Me, writing this, felt the exact same way. Talking in front of all those people? No thank youuuu)

Willow chuckled. "Life is weird that way," she said. After a moment of silence, she moved to a beginner range. The target was about 5 feet from the designated stand area, "Alright, let's see what your natural shooting stance is." She said, gesturing to the marked spot.

Verill recognized Savayia's voice, recalling the single phone call. "Savayia, wheres Broken? Whats going on?"He asked.

She nodded and laughed again before she finally managed to stop laughing. She grimaced when Willow said to see what natural shooting stance was. She tried her best to copy the way her sister did it but she knew she was way off. Her feet were wrong and she was only using one hand

"She was at the mansion and a guy came and made her get in a black limo." She said shortly. "Her sister says that Broken owes him or some shit"

Willow bit her tongue to keep from laughing. "Not quite, both hands on the gun, feet just a bit wider than shoulder length, one foot slightly in front of the other, and angle your hips." She instructed.

Verill's eyes widened and he looked at Aziz, who mirrored the expression. "Wolf" He whispered.