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Bloody Paws 2

More tears fell down my face. Paul handed me his shotgun, and I knew what to do. I held the gun up to his head.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. I squeezed the trigger.
Bang.
Paul collapsed onto the floor. More and more tears streamed down my face.
Meow.
My eyes widened. I looked up, and saw Coco coming after my. I screamed, and tried to shoot her with my rife. But she was to small and fast. Coco jumped onto the bed, and I threw pillows at her as I got off. Then I just threw whatever I could pick up at her. Anger, saddness, and regret fueled me. I picked up the night stand, and smashed it down onto her face. There was a loud crunching sound, and blood flew everywhere. I kept slamming the night stand on her face. Then I stummbled over to Paul.
“I’ll live on for the both of us. I promise,” I whispered.

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