RED DRAGON

Falling Into Place

Harry

The morning sunlight filtered through the window blinds, casting a warm glow across the room. Slowly, I stirred from my slumber, blinking my eyes open to the unfamiliar surroundings of Abigail's apartment. Reality settled in, and I couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness about what the day held in store for me.

Quietly slipping out of my make shift-bed, I tiptoed across the room, careful not to disturb Abigail's peaceful sleep. I quickly dressed and ran my fingers through my tousled hair, trying to tame it into some semblance of order.

The anticipation of getting to see Oliver again, hung heavily in the air. He already doesn't enjoy the sound of my name, I can only imagine how he'll react when he realizes I was the guy trying to sleep with Abigail last night.

As I made my way downstairs, each step seemed to echo in the silence, amplifying my apprehension.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I took a deep breath, straightened my posture and squared my shoulders, preparing for the moment that could potentially change everything.

The sight that greeted me as I entered the living room, however, was unexpected.

Oliver sat on the couch, engrossed with his phone, his face etched with concentration. He seemed completely unaware of my presence, lost in his own thoughts. I took a moment to observe him, noticing the lines of exhaustion etched around his eyes.

Summoning my resolve, I clear my throat, deliberately making my presence known. Oliver looked up, the surprise clear in his eyes as he locked gazes with me.

For a brief moment, both of us stood frozen, our past animosity hanging heavily in the air.

Breaking the silence, I took a step forward, my voice steady but laced with an undeniable tension. "Morning, Oliver," I greet, my words laced with cockiness,"I hope you don't mind me staying here. Abigail let me move in."

Oliver studied me for a moment, his eyes narrowing as if assessing the situation. He set his phone aside and stood up, his tall, imposing figure trying to make himself feel superior than me.

The tension between us was palpable, but I refused to let it consume me. In less than a second, his hand reaches for his gun from his holster and aims it in the center of my forehead.

Smirking, I raise my hands up and stare right down the barrel. "If you so much as move a fucking inch, a bullet is going straight through your fucking skull!" he seethed.

"Now is this the proper way to treat your new housemate?"

"Fuck you!" He barks louder this time, his hands clutching his gun as if it were to slip from his fingers.

"Listen, how bout' you put the gun down and we can-"

He cuts me off, this time shouting louder than he was before- certainly waking up the rest of the house. "I'm not fucking listening to you, get the fuck out of here!"

"You said If I moved an inch a bullet would go through my skull. So which one will it be? Stay put or leave?" I ask knowing I'm pushing every button this lame excuse of a man has.

And right as he opens his mouth to answer my question, a swarm of feet start to rush down the stairs and up to the living room. "Oliver, put the gun down!" Abigail shouts from behind him.

"Take Abigail's advice mate, put the gun down." I counter, only angering him even more.

This time he lets the tip of the gun rest right up against my forehead, pushing hard. "I'm not your fucking mate." as if on cue, the other two come from behind Abigail and draw their guns up to me as well.