Lethal Deja Vu

{Harper's POV}

"Yeah. She's definitely the one."

I stopped breathing.

Actually. Because there was a gun pressed against my side. A real gun. Metal, cold against my body.

Oh my God.

My thoughts crashed into each other so violently I couldn't even separate them properly.

Gun. Kidnapping. Death. News headline. My Mother crying on television. Madison stealing my clothes after I die.

I swallowed hard