Chapter 62 It's a real bullet

Rachel's POV

Slowly I felt my feet giving away and I fell down on the floor with a sharp thud.

That... That was real blood.

" Wow... You this bitch of a friend could take a bullet for you, now it's your turn ". Lana, well Joyce continued ignoring my real bullet wound! The director must probably think it was fake blood since I had some on me and it was meant to spill at this particular moment. But Lana had missed the small bag of fake blood hidden in my clothes and actually shot me, for real!

I wanted to shout that I was hurt but then I remembered what Jake had said to me yesterday.

No matter what happens, the show must go on.

It was as if he knew something was going to go wrong, and a part of me did to, but I didn't expect to actually have a hole in me right now.

The sound of the police sirens brought me out of my thoughts.

Fine, the show must go on.

" Ahhh..." I yelled leaning my head back in pain.

" Darn this..." Joyce yelled darting her eyes around as the sound of the police siren got louder. " You... X she pointed at Mara who had now knelt down beside me, tears freely falling from her eyes.

Damn... She was a good actress.

" I'll deal with you next time, you darn whore! " Joyce yelled running out of the house through the back door before the police could catch her.

" Oh, Agnes... " Mara cried cupping my face in her hands few drops of her tears falling on my face.

" Mara... It hurts". I cried a tear slipping out of my eyes, but instead of fake years, this were real.

This fucking hurts!

Having a hole in your stomach hurt like crazy, I was literally battling to stay away right now.

" Agnes.... Please stay with me, Nikolai?" Mara raised her head up to see her son by the curtains, his eyes red tears about to fall at any moment.

"Aunt". He shouted as he rushed towards me, knelling by my almost limp body.

" Agnes, please... Don't leave me now. This is unfair, why did you have to jump in front of the bullet. I'm the one the suppose to be in this position". Mara said her lips trembling..

The rims of my eyes began closing and I fekt my consciousness slowly slipping away.

" It's alright..." I mumbled. " You are my best friend, and I'll do anything for you".

"But not jump in front of a bullet!" Mara yelled hodling me close to her. She accidentally or intentionally pressed on my bullet wound and I felt a sharp pain dumbing my senses.

Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!

This bitches were really trying to kill me.

" Aunt, please. Don't leave me". Nikolai, well Jake because I felt it was him doing this and not the character he was portraying in movie, he brought me closer to his side gently slowly pushing Olivia awu from me.

" It's alright Nikolai".

"Agnes... No". Mara cried covering her face with her hands. " You shouldn't have done that".

I struggled to force a smile to my face. " It's better me than you. You still have a son to take care of, while I don't have any family at all apart from you." I muttered allowing my eyes to close but still struggling to keep my mind conscious.

" I'm sorry, and I love you". I muttered slowly releasing my hands to fall to my side.

" Noooo! Agnes ". Mara shook me, again brushing past my wound. I was tempted to just stand up and use the last strength I have to slap the pretending bitch hard on the face.

She was doing this on purpose.

" Stop it mum, if you keep shaking her like that she might not rest in peace!" Nikolai shouted pushing Joyce off me.

I held my urge to laugh.

Jake was really helping me, even in a funny way. What he had just said was not in the script, hut at least it got Olivia to stop shaking me.

Olivia quickly recovered from the change of scripy and sniffled, trying to stop the huge flow of tears from flowing from her eyes.

" Nikolai this isn't the time to joke, we need to leave here". She said standing up from the floor.

"But... But why? I can't leave Aunt Agnes here". Nikolai cried hugging me to himself ever so gently. It was like he could see that was a fucking really wound while the rest of the people were blind.

" Nikolai..." Mara sniffled drawing her son to herself. " Joyce might come back, we need to leave before the police gets here, now". She said holding

"But Aunt..." Nikolai cried trying to hold me, but Mara held him back carrying him towards the door.

"If we don't leave now Agnes's sacrifice might be in vain and Joyce might catch us, please". She said begging him. " I'm sorry Agnes. I promise to use your sacrifice for good". She said before leaving the house with Nikolai..

"Cut! That was perfect". The director shouted.

" That's a wrap people ". I heard Marina shout too. I struggled to open my eyes but they just wouldn't budge.

I tried to move my body but I was in so much pain.

This was too much.

"Rachel, the director already said the scene is over, you don't have to keep playing dead". I heard Marina shout faintly, then I heard footsteps coming closer to me.

"Rachel?" She called again her voice shaking. I tried to answer her but I was too weak to even talk.

"Ms Marina..." Jake shouted walking towards Marina.

Why was he back so soon?

Oh... God, I'm in so much pain. I never thought I would get shot with a fucking gun in my life! Even when I wanted to end my life back when David divorced me, I never thought of using a gun, that was because it was one of the most painful way to die especially if it hit a somewhere close to a vital organs.

From the looks of things, Lana didn't win to kill me, only to punish me.

" Ms Marina, Rachel was really shot". I heard Jake's small but firm voice.

"She was what?" Marina shouted rushing towards me. She touched my bullet wound and then released a sharp scream.

"This real blood, this... This is real fucking blood. Director George why is this real blood? " She yelled at the director her tone so high that it sounded almost hysterical.

" How can it be a real bullet? This is, how? " The director's confused voice came next. " Somebody call Lana Andrews and Olivia Sangria back here now". He shouted why Marina rocked me in her arms.

"Call a freaking ambulance!" She yelled, I felt a drop of water on my face.

Tears? Was she crying?

If she was crying what did she expect me to do?

I heard the sound of people walking up and down rapidly and a lot of calls being made.

Slowly I felt myself being drawn to the darkness and my body went limp, for real this time and the sounds began to fade until I heard absolutely nothing.