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| 𝐇𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐞 |

It takes me a moment to register Castle's gasp followed by a choked sound.

I stagger to my feet and move out my door, blindly searching for the light switch.

When I turn it on, what lay in front of me has me groaning in disbelief.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" I mutter.

"Language, Holly," Dad tells me, hiking up his shotgun higher so that the muzzle of it is pressing directly into Castle's throat.

Castle's eyes are wide, and he's frozen in his place.

"Dad." I sigh. "Put down the shotgun."

But he doesn't even budge. "I need to know what he's doing here, coming out of your room, in the middle of the night."

"Nothing," I respond. "He dropped me home."

Dad glances at me briefly. "Why was he in your room?"

"Because I needed help getting up the stairs."

Castle's still frozen in his place; his eyes open wide in shock.

"Getting help?" Dad furrows his eyebrows. "What for?"

I nearly curse out loud again. "I'm drunk."

It's silent for a while.

"Holly?" Dad asks.

"Yeah?"

He gives me a pointed look. "You and I both know you're still perfectly steady even drunk."

"But I'm seriously drunk tonight. I'm wobbly." I reply.

"It'll take a lot more for me to believe that. So?" Dad asks. "What was he doing in there?" He presses the muzzle of the shotgun further into Castle's throat.

"Don't worry, it's not real," I tell Castle.

Dad immediately shoots me a scowl. "Of course it's real."

I roll my eyes. "It's fake," I tell Castle.

"Want me to press the trigger to prove you wrong?" Dad raises an eyebrow.

Castle's eyes widen further at that, fear in his eyes.

Before I can say another word, the muzzle of another shotgun presses into dad's back.

"Why don't I test this shotgun instead?" Mom asks, pressing the shotgun further into dad's back.

Dad's back snaps straight at that.

He looks behind his shoulder at mom, furrowing his eyebrows. "Now where did you get that from?"

She shrugs, before putting on a serious face. "Let the boy go."

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