One fateful night

6

„What...? Jeez, how much did you drink Henri? You are making no sense, please put that gun away, you're scaring me! Are you not feeling well?", I said because what he just told me could only be drunken nonsense.
„No! No, Trevor please believe me. They are blackmailing me, I have no choice! Please... I'm loosing my mind here..."
„Yes, you clearly are. What's the matter with you?"
Shortly after I had said that I regretted it because now Henri lifted the gun again, pointing it at my leg.
„Don't. Make. Me. Hurt. You.", he whispered, barely audible above the rushing of the water. „I'll have to if you don't believe me. You have to believe me, or else I'll... I don't know..."
The desperation in his voice and acting made me begin to believe him, even though what he said seemed so outlandish everything inside me refused to believe it. But why else would he be standing here pointing a gun at my leg, threatening to hurt me?
„Ok, ok, Henri. Calm down, I...believe you. But you've got to explain, maybe you misunderstood something-"
„You just said you believed me! I did not misunderstand anything. The threats to kill my family if I didn't do what they told me were pretty clear!", Henri hissed, his hand cramped around the gun.
„Kill your family?? What the heck, Henri! Please explain. Who is „they"? And why do they want to kill Lady Diana?", my voice grew quieter at the last words. They felt forbidden to even be spoken.
„Ok..", Henri's voice was shaking: „The people I'm talking about-„they"-are the royal family. They-"
„What?? That-"
In that moment the door to the hallway opened  and an old man stepped in, nodded at us and made his way towards the stalls. Henri had hastily hidden his gun in his jacket and turned of the faucets after motioning me to stay quiet. I -again- was too stunned to speak anyway and looked at him with big eyes. He on the other hand tried to avoid my eyes but also seemed shaken up and instead looked into the mirror fixing his hair.
A minute later, the man emerged from his stall and stepped between Henri and me to wash his hands. Not knowing what else to do with myself, I washed my hands too and so did Henri. The man stepped back, dried his hands and turned towards the door.
„Good evening gentlemen", and with that he was out of the door.

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