Yes!

“There’s someone under the bed!” I heard Chris shout. Just what I didn’t want. I spent valuable seconds pulling on my devil mask before rolling from under the bed on the side opposite them.

I had wasted the time. My ex had spent those few seconds grabbing her pistol from her draw beside the bed. She had it pointed straight at me. “Don’t move!” she shouted. I wasn’t going to. I raised my hands. “Go and get help,” she told Chris.

“Will you be okay?” he asked.

The bitch nodded. “If he tries anything I’ll kill him.” She looked at me, “got that?”

I nodded. I dare not say anything in case she recognized my voice. Chris shot from the room and I heard him run down the stairs calling for Juanita. I knew I did not have long before the police arrived.

The bitch was just standing there pointing the gun at me. She did not even ask me what I was after. There was nowhere to go. The bathroom door was too far. My only chance was to go for her. I tried not to give her any warning but just leapt across the bed diving for her. I hoped any shot would go over me.

She gave a shout and I heard the gun fire then I slammed into her, knocking her to the floor. I staggered to my feet to find my left hand covered in blood. I was finding it hard too move. I glanced up. The bitch was scrabbling backwards across the floor still holding onto the gun.

As I stepped towards her she leveled it at me and pulled the trigger.

The end.