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2024-10-29 19:42:56Liv looks at Jack, not comprehending the words that are coming out of his mouth as he tells her the news about Owen. “No.”
“Liv.”
“I said no, damn it!” She shouts at him, sitting up, trying to get off of the bed. “No. No, no, no! Fuck!” She smacks the remote on the side of the bed, knocking it to the floor.
“Liv-” Jack sa
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Owen could only stare at Liv, as she lay there in the bed with her beautiful teal eyes looking up at him, watching his every move. He stares back at her, almost not brave enough to believe that this is actually real, in case it his just his mind playing tricks on him. “Owen?” She is blinking at him, with tears on her lashes and he can not stand it. He rushes over to her and leans over her head, brushing the small beads from her eyes. “You are okay, baby!”
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“Liv!” Owen's hart stops beating in his chest when he hears the deafening sound of the gun going off and he sees Liv fall backwards to the ground. He hears her cry out in pain and his stomach knots up. He can not breath and he feels his throat tightening up when she does not move. “No. No, no, no! Liv, get up, baby! Get up!” Owen cries, looking at her.
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Liv watched Owen go down and an involuntary scream left her lips. “Owen!” She slides from the chair to fall at her knees, rolling him towards her and cradling his head on her lap. “Owen, honey, wake up!” She pats his cheek roughly and his eyelids flutter. The back of his head is bleeding and she can feel it seeping through her pants leg. She looks up at the person who hit him, ready to light into them when she notices the gun pointed at her face.
