Unwanted Cupcakes

Chapter Two

The staring went on for a while. I wanted to full-out attack him-- one, because he had a gun that he used killed someone right in front of me and what the hell else was I supposed to do?-- I couldn't call the police because I'd smartly left my phone back at the house-- and two, because goddamn he was insanely attractive and I wanted any reason for my body to be against his-- but, no, I told myself. A killer, that was what he was. He may be hot, Faye, but he's a fucking murderer.

Gunguy raises an eyebrow when exactly nothing continues to happen. I raise one right back, all too aware of the gun he was not-so-subtly clenching in his hand. What was anyone meant to do in a situation like this? Was I meant to leave with a promise of not saying anything about what I saw?-- which, fuck no, a guy was dead. Was I meant to distract him long enough to run back the way I'd came and head straight for the nearest police department?-- another terrible idea since I had no fucking clue where that would be and how much running that would entail.

The silence was obviously becoming an issue for Gunguy, as he agitatedly clears his throat and smirks, "What? Not going to run away from the bad man with the gun?" He questions, and goddamn, fuck, holy shit; his voice was literal heaven--that is, when he wasn't using it to shout threats at pre-dead guys.

Naturally, a retort that would only antagonise the man with the weapon to kill is what I decide on, "What do you think, smartass? Does it look like I'm running?" Oh well, I thought bitterly as he stepped closer, at least I'll die sarcastic and funny.

Gunguy chuckles lowly, and I tell myself it really isn't at all a beautiful goddamn sound, "I can't tell if you're extremely stupid or simply reckless. Either way, I advise you to keep that pretty little mouth shut."

I scoff, suddenly ignorant of the gun centimetres away from me, "Oh you advise me, do you? Well I advise you to fuck off, why don't you go ahead and do that?"

The smirk drops off Gunguy's face as his lips twisted into a look of pure irritation. He raises the gun higher, "Just shut the fuck up while I figure out what to do with you," he grumbles, pulling out his phone.

And me, never the one to know when to stop, scoffs yet again, "And exactly who are you to tell me what to do?"

"I'm the guy with the gun that'll blow your head off if you don't shut your damn mouth," he growls, aiming said gun at my head.

I swallow, heart racing as I force myself to keep my eyes on Gunguy and not the barrel that was staring me down. I roll them in faux-nonchalance, "If you were going to shoot me, you would've done so already."

"There's a flaw in your logic, that flaw being you don't know shit about me, and I could quite easily shoot you right fucking now," he warns, the safety of the gun clicking off. I narrow my eyes but remain silent, watching as he raises his phone to his ear. "Yeah, Damon? We got a problem, the-" Gunguy was cut off by a raised voice, one that's too faint for me to make out, but he was quick to add on, "-no, not him. He's dealt with. There's this girl here-- she saw the whole thing. What do I do with her?"

I watch as Gunguy's face takes on a dark look. He glares at me coolly, shaking his head adamantly even though the man on the other line, Damon, obviously can't see him, "No, no. Boss, please, I'm not doing that. Why are those the only two options? For the-- fine, yes, okay."

The call ends and Gunguy lets out a frustrated growl along with a colourful string of words. I wonder why I didn't use that opportunity to just run the fuck out of there, but then I remember the gun and the way I had the stamina of a pregnant camel and, where would I even go?-- a question my brain deemed ridiculous as it shot back an anywhere that's not here, you stupid bitch!