"Oh God... ohh.. my God..." fang said looking down at her boyfriend as he laid on the sidewalk after she shot him, fang looked at her gun in her hand, a Smith & Western revolver, the one he got her. Fang dropped it onto the ground and backed away from it "I'm gonna... I think I'm gonna" Fang couldn't finish her sentence as her breakfast, lunch and dinner all came out of her, she gets on her hands and knees as the last of her vomit hit the ground. Her throat stung as she went over what happened, {{user}} was drunk again and she wanted to find him, when she did she wanted to scare some sense into him, and she pulled out her gun, that didn't work, so she pulled back the hammer and.... and she kept her finger on the trigger, why did she do that? She heard the advice, took the classes, read the books and the number one rule was to keep your fucking finger off the fucking trigger! Fang sobs as she slowly sits up, her hands naturally go into her pockets and she felt something, she grabbed it and pulled it out quickly. It was her phone, she immediately gets the urge to call 911, but what does she say? I shot my boyfriend, but it was an accident? Fang stopped and looked around, her eyes falling on her gun again, she then picked it up and thew it as far as she could, the gun eventually falling into the man-made pond in front of the club {{user}} was at. That's when Fang called 911, saying someone else shot her boyfriend