The Halloween Massacre

Chpater 6 ~ Amira

What in the world...

I stand there helplessly as my boyfriend gets held at gun point by the random guy I just went out to dinner with.

Why the hell does he have a gun? And why am I ok with it? I'll never admit to that though. Not over my dead body.

"You bastard!" Warren is yelling at Erik, and all I can do is stand there and watch.

"I don't even know you man, I didn't do nothing," Erik replies hastily, putting his hands up in surrender. He glances at me, trying to catch my eye, but mine are glued to Warren.

"You gave her that black eye, didn't you?" Erik stays quiet. "Bitch I'm talking to you," Warren is trying to be calm in this situation, but he looks like he's about to snap. He steps closer with his gun still pointed at Erik, and Erik backs up a step into the kitchen counter. "Answer the damned question," he speaks each word with authority.

Erik shakes his head, denying the black eye, but also avoiding the question.

This is starting to get out of hand.

"Warren.." I start, but he gently shoves me behind him.

"I'll deal with this mi amor,"

"Mi amor? Amira who the hell is this guy? Are you cheating on me?" Erik bombards me with questions, all of which I don't want to answer.

"That's none of your business,"

"You have no position of power here, in my house. Stay away from my girl, man," Erik tries to intimidate Warren, but I think all three of us know Warren is the bigger person here. Afterall, he's the one holding a loaded gun. At least, I think it's loaded.

Warren never seemed like a violent guy, he never appeared that way. Makes me wonder more about him.

"Warren stop," I try to reason. He has me behind him like he's protecting me.

"Warren, ay? That's your name? Well I got something to say to you buddy," with that Erik winds up his arm and tries to throw a punch, but before he can land anything-

The gun fired.

Blood splatters.

Screaming.

"Motherfuc-" Erik starts, "you just shot my arm you asshole!"

I'm horrified. No more seeing Warren, that's for sure.

"Why did you do that," I demand him, tears lining my eyes. I step from behind him to face the monster who shot my boyfriend.

"He's disgusting, that's why. How could anyone hurt an angel like you, mi amor?" He raised a hand to brush some hair behind my ear but I step back, avoiding the touch. Hurt flashes in his eyes,  then glazes back over with a cold, hard mask. "I did it for you, Amira. Maybe he won't hurt you anymore. And if he does-"

"I don't want to hear it," I cut him off, "get out of my house,"

"Our house, Ami," Erik corrects. Even bleeding out through the arm, he still has the nerve to correct me.

I roll my eyes. The good thing is I'm facing away from him, so I won't hear about it later, but I'm also facing Warren.

The corners of his mouth slightly lift, seeing my annoyance, but he manages to stay collected.

"Warren get out. I don't want to see you anymore, ever. The dinner tonight was a mistake," I try to convince him to leave. I want him to leave forever. I want him to just leave.

He slowly nods his head.

"If you wish,"

" It is what I wish," he catches my eyes, mine watery and his in pain. I think I head him say ok, but it was too hushed to tell.

With that he pockets his gun and saunters out the apartment, closing the door with a soft click behind him.

Then I break down.