“Okay, Charlie,” Bella said. “Put the gun away and let these people go.”
“Maybe I should make a statement,” Charlie snarled. “I’ve been wronged one too many times. First by the drug dealer who shot me in the leg causing it to rot off, then by the doctors who took my leg and wouldn’t give me medication to stop the pain, then my fat-ass WORTHLESS daughter who fucking abandoned me and had me arrested and finally by the justice system that believes I’m a lunatic.” As he ranted, his voice grew louder and louder. By the time he was done, Charlie’s face was red in anger and his vein was throbbing in his forehead. With an animalistic scream, he turned to someone and shot the gun.
A woman in the chair slumped and blood began pouring out of her chest. The waiting room erupted into chaos, people running out of their quickly. Garrett ran to the woman, pressing his hands onto her wound, trying to staunch the blood flow that was gushing out of the massive wound.