If You Have a Gun... by Tracy Ann Johnson
After that I guess my old inner city reflexes came into action because I’m saying in my mind, you got my money and you going to rape and possibly kill me, too? For some reason I believed there were no bullets in his gun. I quickly brought my hand up and curled it around the barrel of the gun thinking if it went off, at least I wouldn’t be shot in the head.
Author Tracy Ann Johnson
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