, suspecting it to be a drunk John at the door, opens a drawer and grabs a well detailed but fake revolver a friend had given him.
opens the door, face-to-face with John. "What do you want?" He sneers, scowling.
Let me talk to ! John demands.
shutters at the sound of John's voice, and slips out of her room and hides at the top of the stairs so she can hear.
"Go away! She doesn't want to talk to or see you again." snaps.
"Let me talk to !" John demands again, trying to push past , his breath wreaking of alcohol.
"No!" says, pushing back. "You don't deserve to talk to her. You treat her like shit and I won't let you in my house."
"Ha! Who are you to talk? She lives here, too. If she doesn't want to talk to me, let her come tell me herself." John balls his fist, crouches in the upstairs hallway, shaking with fear.
John begins to push his way into the house again, grabs the gun from behind him and holds it where John can see. Staring John in the eye, he says "don't you dare set foot inside my house. A beautiful girl like deserves someone so much better than you. I know what you do. You go out, flirt with girls, and then go back and degrade . Get out and don't come back."
John looks down at the gun. In his inebriated state, he can't tell if it's real or fake.
"You wouldn't do anything with that. It's probably not even real. I'm sure would have told me if a dork like you had a gun." John laughs.
"It could be real, or it could be fake. If you set foot in my house, I have the right to use it. The question is, are you going to stick around long enough to find out." pulls back the hammer, determination in his voice.
John turns to walk away, but looks back. "You'll go to bed sometime. I'll be back, when you're not here to be her little protector." John turns around again and stumbles back to his truck.
locks the door, and then turns around to go upstairs. When he reaches the top of the stairs, he sees in her spot at the top of the stairs. He turns to her, and she gives him a look of "thank you."
"Why don't you go take a shower? That will make you feel better." says to her, with a slight smile. "I think I may do the same. Then we can watch a movie or play cards or something. Sound good?" He asks, with a reassurance in his voice.
"Yeah, it does." replies softly, fear in her voice. |