Chapter 39 prisoner of fate

…Tyler POV… They say that life flashes before your eyes when you are near death. I might not be near death, but something has just flashed before my eyes. I can see as Brooke is knocked backward, Clara has just shot her in the shoulder. I can see her cringe as she tries to get back on her knees. But Clara s gun is still drawn on her. Without even hesitating another moment, I watch in slow motion as Brooke squeezes the trigger of her Ruger. In less than two seconds, Clara drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes. She immediately comes rushing over to me while the Marshall is busy untying the ropes at my hands and feet. I can only see tears that are streaming down her face as she comes to a stand in front of me, "Fuck you gave me a fright. Can you stop getting your ass into trouble?" I burst out in laughter as I clench at my ribs. As I slowly rise from the chair, I can see them placing Mark in a black body bag. Well, this is not the way I wanted this day