Sweeping Him Off His Feet-Chapter 238: Lowlife gay man.
Boom.
The loud gunshot echoed through the workshop as Augustine was hit in the shoulder. The impact forced him to his knees instantly, blood spilling freely down his arm and onto the floor.
"Fuck you, Aubrey! Let... let us go, what the hell!" Freda screamed at the top of her lungs. She released her grip on Reginald, allowing his weak body to slide slowly to the ground, barely moving.
She rushed to Augustine’s side at once. "Augustine, you’re going to be alright, okay? Help is coming. Help... help is on the way," Freda stammered. Her words tumbled out as the sight of blood made her head spin, her stomach churn in disgust, and rage boil fiercely inside her.
"Woah, you really think the cops you alerted are going to catch me?" Aubrey scoffed sarcastically. "You’re both very foolish." She purred as she took slow, deliberate steps toward Freda and Augustine, who were now on the floor.
Standing over them, Aubrey smirked while watching Freda press her hands firmly against Augustine’s bleeding shoulder.
"I expected you to scream, Augustine. Do you want me to shoot you in the forehead first before you start begging for your life?"
"I won’t... even..." Augustine hissed as he swallowed hard, forcing the pain down his throat. "I won’t scream or beg you to spare my life anymore. All I ask is that you spare my friends and my lover. They have... they have nothing to do with this. I’m the one you hate. I’m the one who rejected you..."
"Shut the fuck up!" Aubrey snapped, cutting Augustine mid sentence. "If Charles hadn’t come into your life, then we would have been together. You wouldn’t have even figured out that you’re gay so... no, I won’t allow your friends and your lover to enjoy life while you all conspired to ruin my... you all ruined my fucking life!!!!" Aubrey yelled, her grip tightening around the gun as tears streamed down her face.
She sniffed, ran her tongue across her lips, then used the back of her hand to wipe away her tears, even as the pain from the gunshot wound she had sustained began to make her dizzy.
"It’s better that we all die than for any of you to find love and live peacefully," she whispered, almost as if she was speaking to herself.
"Wait... wait Aubrey. I... I won’t be with Reginald again if you let us go. I promise..." Freda’s words trailed off as she slowly pushed herself up from the floor, stretching her right hand toward Aubrey in a pleading, protective gesture. "Girl, I promise that I’ll... I’ll break up with Reginald, and I’ll make sure Augustine does the same with Charles and... and I’ll make sure Augustine falls in love with you so please... please let us go."
"Pfft," Aubrey scoffed, winking mockingly at Freda. "After what Augustine did to me at our engagement ceremony, I don’t think I’ll ever forgive him. Not when... Augustine, you ruined the reputation I worked so hard to build. So tell me, where exactly am I supposed to start from if we ever got back together?" she asked, pausing for a few seconds as her thoughts spiraled.
"Would you stay with me in jail and... no, you can’t!" she yelled, shaking her head violently as she disagree with her own words. "I just wish you could..."
The sound of the workshop door being pushed open with a heavy metallic clang suddenly filled the space, cutting Aubrey off mid sentence. She lifted her gaze toward the entrance, then slowly turned back to Augustine.
"Fuckkkk!!" she yelled, raising her gun toward the door as she began to step backward carefully until she reached where Charles lay on the floor.
"Clear!" a police officer shouted as he stepped into the workshop. He was quickly followed by several other officers, all dressed in protective vests and helmets, their guns held firmly in their hands.
"Aubrey, drop your weapon and we promise not to harm you," the first officer ordered.
Aubrey scoffed. She slowly bent down, grabbed Charles’s limp body, and pulled him against her chest, pressing the barrel of the gun to his forehead.
"If... if any of you dare to shoot, I swear I’ll kill this gay, disgusting man," she seethed through clenched teeth, her voice cold and emotionless.
"Eve... everyone please... please hold your fire!" Augustine suddenly yelled as he struggled to rise from the floor, one hand gripping his bleeding shoulder. "Aubrey, the pain from this wound on my shoulder can’t be... it can’t be compared to the pain I’ll feel if you pull the trigger on Charles," he stammered, his lips quivering as he took slow, cautious steps toward her.
"Please... please don’t shoot Charles."
"Augustine, tell the cops to back down and drop their weapons," Aubrey warned, her finger tightening on the trigger. "If not, I might not be so friendly and I might end up..."
"Everyone, please drop your weapons!" Augustine shouted, cutting her off before she could finish.
She smirked, delight playing across her face as she continued to step backward, eyes darting to the side as she searched for the back door.
Immediately, her gaze landed on it, and the devious smile on her lips widened. "I love you, Augustine. I have always loved you, and I’ll always continue to love you. I can’t... I can’t allow myself to see you happy with someone else, especially with a lowlife gay man," Aubrey spat, her words cold as the deepest winter.
She winked at him, and just as she stepped back, a cop suddenly appeared at the back door, his footsteps drawing her attention.
"You fuckers!!" Aubrey screamed.
"God... Aubrey, pleaseeeee...."
Augustine, sensing Aubrey was about to pull the trigger on Charles, lunged toward her, adrenaline surging through his body.
Aubrey shoved Charles away and aimed the gun at Augustine, firing at his chest. At the same moment, the cop at the back door raised his weapon and fired. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
Bullets tore through the air. Aubrey’s gunshot struck Augustine, but before she could fire again, the cop’s shot hit her forehead. She staggered, eyes wide in shock, and then collapsed to the floor, blood gushing from her head.
