At the corner of Barrington, I looked to my right and saw a red Cadillac Escalade. The dome light popped on, and someone got out of the back and pointed a 9 millimeter at us.
As I saw the gun move, I instinctively hit the gas and slouched down as low as I could while I sped away. The guy started shooting, and it felt like the gunshots went on forever.
I looked over, and Rory was bleeding. One of the bullets went through the headrest and hit him the cheek.It was a sobering moment, and I had so much panic thinking that if I hadn’t acted the way I did, the news would have been filled with headlines saying I had been killed.However, I was lucky.
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