The mistake of second tries

Day 2- The gun

Chapter four

Violet

The next morning I'm startled awake by the slam of the front door. I cringe when I feel a massive headache coming on and rub at my temple, while slowly easing back into my pillow,  blinking multiple times when my vision doesn't clear.

A  quick glance at my phone tells me it's one pm already, and I have two  texts from my mother, telling me she'll be at work till five and that my  father and brother are out too.

I  frown. She send that text two hours ago, but I'm pretty sure I've just  heard the front door close. It's what woke me up. Are Joe and Colton  back already? Probably not. 'They're out' means 'they won't be back for I  don't know how long, but don't expect to see them before tomorrow'.

Shit. I'm supposed to be alone today, nobody's in. Was it one of the maids? They usually have their lunch break around now.

I slowly sit up in my bed, propping one hand against the headboard when I feel dizzy.

What  if someone broke in? That's not impossible, there were break ins in the  richer area every few months, back when I still lived here. Fuck. Didn't my parents install an alarm or something?

Or I imagined the slam of the door? I flinch when I hear another slam coming from downstairs, and kick off the covers. None of our maids are that careless when closing doors.

The floor creaks when I get off my bed, reaching a hand into my nightstand and puling out a small key. Moving on I turn the switch inside my walk-in closet and take a few steps toward the back. Checking that the doorway is empty, I unlock a small drawer and pull it open. I don't need Victoria finding this when she goes to put my laundry away. Reaching a hand under a few scarves, I pull out a simple Beretta, checking the magazine and nodding to myself when I find exactly three bullets inside. My lucky number.

Leaving my drawer unlocked, I move back into my room and toward my door, hiding the gun behind my back when I step into the hallway.

I put it in my closet when I unpacked yesterday. Just before Stacey barged in.

Gun held by my side, I make my way to the stairs, pressing myself against the wall as I try to get a glimpse of the intruder, but I can't see anything from here. I place my left foot on the first step,  gripping the gun in both hands, up to my chest.

Steps echo from the ground-floor and I slowly step downstairs, sighing when I catch a glimpse of hair.

"Don't move." I say, raising the gun at the back of a head, squeezing my right eye shut. "I have a gun and I very well know how to use it." I say, cackling. Holy shit, it's just a thief, I can't threaten to kill him. But if he is armed, at least he won't try any funny business now. I decide if he attempts to kill me I will be the one to  shoot first.

The intruder I've identified as a male stops dead in his tracks, hands slowly raising from his pockets. "Good boy, now turn around." I coo and he turns. I wish he hadn't.

My heart skips a beat, my breath hitches in my throat. Nope, not a thief exactly.

"Wesley."  I say and quickly drop the gun to my side when his eyes stay focused on my finger, holding the trigger. His shoulders relax once it's not pointed at his nose anymore and he buries his hands in jacket pockets. He frowns, looking slightly irritated as he opens and closes his mouth, trying to find words. "I thought you don't have that anymore." He say accusingly, but I'm still staring at him the same way he's staring at me.

No words leave my lips when I part them. What do you say to someone who used to mean so much to you, but you haven't seen them in years- and now they're standing in front of you even though they should be in freaking Canada.