The Shoot Up

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic

Chapter 15 (v.1)

Submitted: May 03, 2011

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Submitted: May 03, 2011



Breanna was rushed into the hospital and taken to a room. Doctors and cops were swarming about.

Taylor was also rushed into the hospital and taken to surgery. The bullet that had gotten her, hit her in the stomach.


"How many of you were in the room?" a black male cop asked Breanna.

"Im not fully sure, but there were two shooters." Breanna said, propping herself up on the bed.

"Your name is Breanna, right?" the cop asked.

"Yes, sir."

"Okay, also, did you know a boy named Owen?"

"That was one of the shooters!" Breanna cried.

"Okay, did you know he has been arrested many times due to fighting and drugs?"

"No, I did not, sir."

"OKay, do you know the name of the other shooter?" the cop asked.

Before Breanna could reply the walkie talkie on the cops shoulder began to come on.

"Sir, have you found my son? Over."

"Negative, I am interviewing one of the girls that had gotten our alive."

"I think his name was Max Sturgess." Breanna said.

"Max Sturgess?" the cop asked.

"Yes, sir."

"No. It... it cant be him."


"Is she going to make it?" Taylor's mom asked the doctor, trying to look into the room.

"We did all we could. I think she might make it but things are unsure as of now. We got the bullet, but it had hit a couple bad areas."

"She needs to live! She is my flesh and blood!" the mom was screaming. "I want to see her!"

"You can not go in there right now." a nure said.

"Let me in there or i will rip your fucking head off." the mom said, glaring at the nurse.

"Let her in." the doctor said, walking away.

The mom threw open the door and ran to the side of the bed.


"Look, you will die unless you let them go." Amanda said.

"I am the one with the gun." Owen said, laughing.

"We need to get out of here." Kathy whispered.

"Let them go." Amanda said.

"Please let us go!" Kathy yelled.

"Shut up, cunt." Owen screamed, aiming the gun at Kathy.

"Let them go." Amanda said, calmly.

"Fuck you." Owen said, yelling at the phone.

"No, fuck you." David said.

"Excuse me?" Owen said, looking at David.

"I said fuck you." David said, slowly walking forward.

"You did not just say that to me. Do you see who you are talking to? I am the guy with the gun." Owen said, dropping the phone down.

"I just did, you are to much of a pussy to do anything to us. You want a reason to not get arrested." David said.

"Not true." Owen said, lifting up the gun.

"Drop it." a voice said from the doorway.

Everyone looked to see Kevin with a gun in his hands.

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