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I look at the bed and immediately start shaking out of anger because he had the object in my home. I was also shaking out of fear.
I sat in the chair in the corner of the room trying not to look at it, but my eyes always wondered back to it as I messed with my hands, trying to distract myself until he showed up.
William, or Will, my friend of a long time, I don't know how long, has been living with me since we had both graduated and we had gotten an apartment together.
Right now Will was currently walking around the town we live in, in the pouring rain. He didn't explain why he suddenly wanted to take a walk and at a bad time. He just got up and left.
"I can't believe this." I say to myself as my eyes wonder back to the gun.
I wipe my face with both of my hands before slapping them onto my knees as I got up.
I walked into the living room that was right beside the front door to the apartment, that way I would immediately know when he got back.
After a long time of waiting, I decided that I would look stupid just waiting right there.
I don't know why I thought I would look stupid sitting there, but I did and I ended up thinking about where I should be in the house when I would confront him about the weapon, that's when the door opens.
I shoot a quick glance over at Will and he doesn't notice me in the room, he just walks on down the hall to his room.
That's when I remembered the gun on his bed.
I immediately got up and quickly went after him, my feet purposely not making a noise as I do so.
I watch from behind him as he stands in the doorway, already seeing the gun on his bed.
He takes off his coat and throws it on his bed, beside the gun, before turning around and looking at me.
"You-you went through my stuff." He says to me as he looks gobsmacked.
"Why would you go through my stuff!?" He asks in more of a yelling tone.
I look around the hallway before looking at him.
"Why did you hide a gun in my house and not tell me about it!?" I ask in the same tone he previously used.
He runs a hand through his hair. "Our, its our house and I don't like the fact that you looked through my things!" Will says as he pushes past me and into the kitchen.
"I didn't mean to come across it, I was looking for an extra blanket in the closet and it practically fell above my feet. Will, why the hell do you have a gun?" I ask him as I followed behind.
"Don't you think it would have been nice to tell me about it?"
He takes off his shirt and throws it to the floor of the laundry room, only then did I notice it was wet with the sound of it smacking against the tiled floor.
"Would you tell me if you had pepper spray in your purse?" He asks as he chuckles.
I found no humor in this whatsoever and as soon as he noticed, his face went back to serious.
"Its not mine, okay?" He says as he looks to his right, grabbing his phone off of the stand beside him.
He looks through something on his phone and puts it in the front pocket of his jeans.
"Who's is it, Will?" I ask.
"Listen, Eden, its none of-"
"I can't even trust you."
"Eden, just list-"
"I should have never let you move in with me."
"I really think-"
"I'm going to call the police." I say as I start walking away, panick shooting straight through me.
"Its not fucking drugs!" Will yells.
I turn around and look at him. I felt my face move into a more mellow expression even though I was still dumbfounded.
Will rubbed his face with both of his hands before looking at the ground.
"I'm holding it for them." He says as he looks back up to me.
'Them?" I ask.
"If you tell, they'll shoot me and then they'll shoot you." He says as he pulls his phone out of his pocket as he looks at it again. I almost got too distracted from his phone, wondering who was on the other end of his texts.
"Who will shoot us, who is 'them'?" I ask in disbelief.
I look at him and it seems like his back had just had a shiver run down it.
"Them, just, them, don't worry about it." He says to me as he walks away from me again.
That's when I grab his arm and pull him back with all my might.
"You're scaring me William, if you don't tell me what's going on right now, you can leave." I say.
I didn't want him to actually leave, I thought he would have given into it and told me what was going on, with who, and why the hell he had a gun.
He sighs and turns to look at me.
"I'll be out before next week."