It’s been days since they took you. Your wrists are raw, your body weak, your mind breaking. But tonight, everything snaps.

The warehouse doors slam open.

Your father storms in, eyes wild, gun in hand.

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Father (shouting): “GET AWAY FROM HER!”

Harry (unbothered): “That’s close enough.”

He stands, slow and calm, draws his gun — and points it directly at you.

Harry (cold, clear): “One more step, and I put a bullet in her head.”

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The gang is instantly on alert. Zayn grabs a knife. Louis pulls a pistol. Niall doesn’t even blink.

Father (furious): “You don’t scare me anymore.”

He fires. The bullet grazes Louis’s shoulder. Chaos explodes.

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Zayn (yelling): “Fucking hell—he shot him!”

Louis (gritting his teeth, bleeding): “I’m fine—GET HIM!”

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Your father charges. He tackles Harry to the ground. The gun skids across the floor. Harry snarls like an animal, fists flying. You scream as blood splatters the concrete.

Harry (grabbing your father by the throat): “You came here to die, old man.”

Father (spitting blood): “Then I’ll take you with me.”

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They fight like monsters. Brutal. No hesitation. Punches crack ribs. Blood stains Harry’s jaw. Your father’s eye is swelling shut — but he won’t stop.

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You (screaming): “STOP IT!”

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Harry grabs the gun again and points it at your father’s head — but then shifts it back to you.

Harry (voice flat, breathless): “Make a choice. Him or you.”

Your father lunges — and a shot rings out.