Gunner finally arrived back home after three days. Mary jogged to the front door and stared at her son. They said nothing – their eyes said enough. Gunner's hair was ragged and wet. His white shirt was wrinkled and the legs of his sweatpants were up past his calves. The dark circles were apparent even in the dimlit hall light. He silently ascended the stairs, Mary stood watching him and wishing she could wash away his pain.
Later that night, after Mary fell asleep, Gunner came downstairs to release some tension from being stuck in the room he and Dani shared. Sitting on the bed they made love on hurt every bone in his body. He lounged on the loveseat where Mary always sat and gazed at the couch he and Dani first made love. His balled fist rested on his cheek – every fiber in his soul wished she would walk through the front door, wet and soggy, drop her bags, and run into his arms.
But he knew it wouldn't happen.
A thunderous knock shot Gunner out of the kitchen chair and into the hall. With a balled-up fist and rage clouding his judgment, he investigated who was disrespecting his home at 12:45 PM.
"Who the fuck is it?!" He called while storming to the door and swinging it open. Suddenly, he was yanked by three men who wore ski masks. And only the abyss had every answer and nothing at all.
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The Existence of Reconcilable Differences
RomantikWith the loss of her father and a damaged relationship with her mother, Danica needs a change of scenery. She moves in with her loving godmother, Mary, and her godbrother, Gunner, to start over. Her excitement is dashed when Gunner is cold and dista...
