@fcundwings said: shelter /galen // nonverbal starters // accepting
most of the time, she knew when to stay out of the line of fire, especially when she wasn’t armed. this, however, had been a complete accident. she was meant to stay in the car, but she knew the deal was going south & she assumed she could fix it. not like it was the first time she had to convince buyers. she had a certain way of charming customers, hardly ever walking away empty handed & she knew that’s what made her so valuable to the cause.
as soon as she exited the black suv, the bullets went flying, metal nearly lodging in her head. her body ducked down behind the door, trying to shield herself away. she could see her father & his men shooting, taking down those who dared to kill her. time seemed to slow down as the shootout continued, though before she knew it, everything went quiet. the shooting had stopped, yelling ceased, & she was safe. but she still didn’t understand. was the deal going to terribly that her presence spooked them so bad? did they think she was a cop? what exactly happened out there?
standing up straight, she peered around the car door, looking at the bodies littering the ground. ❝ shit, ❞ she cursed, running a hand through blonde hair, shoving it from her eyes. this would be a bitch to clean & she was happy that task wouldn’t be assigned to her. ❝ what the hell happened? ❞ turning her body, she faced her father, watching as he moved. while she understood he’d protect her from anything that came their way, she also knew this was partly her fault. ❝ thank you for not letting them kill me, daddy. ❞
