𝙰𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 | 𝚃𝚘𝚖 𝙷𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚡 𝙾𝙲 (𝟷𝟾+)

9 ~ Where'd You Go?

Ruth Rogers

I never liked waking up in the mornings, especially after a night of drinking; but today I got up with a spring in my step, brushing my hair happily and changing with a song. I make my way to the basement to meet Haz for our session.

"Morning!" I greet, smiling bright.

"Someone's in a jolly mood... What happened?" He quirked, ushering me out of the basement. I follow him confused.

"Firstly, where are we going. And secondly, am I not allowed to be happy?" I remark, jumping up the stairs.

"I suggest you change into something warmer. We're going to go to the shed and you're going to learn how to fire a gun." He explains. I nod enthusiastically, eager to learn. I change into some black baggy ripped jeans, sliding a hoodie over my sports bra and throw on a beanie. I change my shoes into my Doc Martins, joggers not suitable for the wet, icy ground.

I come out of my room, bumping into someone accidently. I apologies as I look up.

"Sorry, Love" Tom mutters, lifting me by the waist to move me out of his way as me makes his way to his office. I blink, confused on the encounter and slightly disappointed. I shrug it off, going back to my happy mood as I meet Harrison at the massive sliding glass door that leads outside.

"You ever shot one, or held one at least?" Haz asked, opening the creaky door to the run down shed, letting me go in first.

"When I was younger, dad use to take me out and we'd shoot targets on trees and stuff" I beam, looking around the interior. It's nothing like the outside; metal walls and flooring with rugs. It's like a normal inside shooting range.

"Ok, cool. So you get the safety shit and how to stand and hold the gun, yeah?" He queries, giving me ear muffs. I nod, watching him grab 3 types of guns; a semi, pistol, and a automatic.

"Alright... Do you know how to use these?" He lays the guns on the table top. I look at the weapons, trying to remember.

"I used the semi I think... And the pistol, but the auto. Nope" I pop the P whilst saying 'Nope', my hands behind my back as I watch him.

"That's fine. I'll help you there, RuRu" He smiles, setting me up at the station.

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"You did good today. I'm impressed, honestly. Wanna do our usual training at, let's say 1?" Harrison asks as he packs up the equipment.

"Yeah, that'll be good. I'll see you later, Haz" I smile. He returns it, turning around and putting the guns in their rightful place. I walk out of the shed, walking back towards the house when I heard a small bark. I turn my head, seeing Tessa running around, then I see Tom... I smile to myself as I make my way over to them happily. As I get closer, Tessa runs over to me with her tail wagging, jumping on my lets to lick my face.

"Hello, Princess!" I coo, letting her lick my cheek a little bit before I stand to my regular height to see Tom.. Well, not to see Tom. He was just here... I sigh, slightly confused on his behavior today and walk inside to the inviting warmth of the fireplace.

"Hey, Harold." I smirk, looking over at the brunette as he plays with a knife and apple, cutting pieces off and sliding it in his mouth. He scowls at me, hating the nickname I so happily love.

"Hello, Joey" He remarks with the nick name that hardly makes sense. He says it's because Ruth can be shortened to Ru, which sounds like Kanga-roo... Therefore kangaroo babies are called joeys. It was stupid really. My face drops as I give him a deadpanned expression. He laughs, sliding another piece of the apple in his mouth, offering me some which I decline. I don't like apples much...