The Teacher's Assistant

.:Chapter 6: Stalling:.

The Teacher's Assistant

.:Chapter 6: Stalling:.

I walked over to one of the cabinets and grabbed out the long roll of aluminum foil and placed it on the counter before closing the cabinet and then picking it back up again. I walked over to the center island where I had put the trays of mini chicken pot pies I had made and pulled out two medium-length pieces of aluminum foil and covered them folding the edge tightly underneath. I then walked over to the far counter to grab out a tea cup to pour the tea I had started earlier into the cup.

I did all of this silently in fear of disrupting my murderer who was currently devouring my food. Yep I said murderer. And yes he's still here. I guess he decided he wanted to eat my food before he killed me. Which is perfectly fine with me. However long he wanted to postpone the killing I would willing cooperate. And do I know why he came to kill me? No. All he did after telling me he was going to kill me was say the food I was cooking smelled good and he wanted some.

Now, I'll admit it I laughed in his face. I seriously thought he was kidding. It wasn't until he pulled out what looked to be a Taurus Raging Bull .454 casull with a noise prohibitor and light tacked on the end and put it up to my face that I knew he was serious.

I sighed before walking over to the stove where I had started the tea pot and poured the water into the tea cup that I had previously put a green tea bag inside of once it started whistling. Afterwards I grabbed a spoon before walking over to the kitchen table and placing his tea in front of him before walking over to the polar chair and sitting down. I intertwined my fingers in front of me and placed my balled fist on the table before looking up at Tyler.

I watched as he hungrily forked spoonfuls of my vegetarian lasagna and stuffed it in his mouth. I had made myself my own food, with me not liking meat and all, and he seems to have taking a liking to it. When he said he liked the smell of the food I was cooking I thought he meant the food I'd made for my brother but nooo he meant my food. And the worst part was my stomach was too up in knots for me to eat before I was murdered and I had to watch him eat it. Had no butterflies did he? I can't help but think he did this a lot. I glanced over at the revolver lying on the table that he had placed facing towards me silently letting me know he would kill me right then and there if I tried to call the police or run away. It would look so harmless if he would just take his itchy trigger happy finger off the guard. I looked back up at him as I noticed he was finishing up his plate.

"So you're here to kill me." I speak for the first time since he's pulled out the gun. He glances up at me before clearing off his plate and dropping his fork on the dish with a loud clank.

"Yes." He says picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip of it.

"Oh, that's cool. I guess." I respond taking a look at my fingernails.

"Eh, not really. I've actually come to sort of like you." He says shrugging making the gun lift up slightly with the movement.

"Is that so?" I ask looking away form his gun and up at him.

"Yeah."

"Then why are you here to kill me?" I ask. I bet you can't believe I'm being so calm in such a time. But I have come to be able to control my emotions because of my pass. Nothing and no one can really make me loose my cool so much to the point that I completely explode. That is except for my brother. He seems to know everyway to push my buttons. Speaking of him I just remembered he was in the house and if I was going to get killed here (And trust me I'm not gonna fight it for two reasons. One: I have no idea what I would do. The only thing that comes to mind is to get the gun but he won't remove his hand from it. And two: I know it will only make it more painful. (At least that's what he told me) But a least now I know why he has such a keen sense of humor.) I don't want him to be in the house.