A few minutes later, I was bored out of my mind.
I flipped the covers off my body and carefully slid out of the bed.
I quietly congratulated myself for making it out of the bed without hurting myself to badly.
I began to walk down the hall towards the gym.
No one was in the gym so I decided to look around.
I ran my hand over the boxing ring then walked to the lifting weights.
In the corner I saw a counter cluttered with boxing gloves, knifes, and guns. Being curious, I walked over to them.
The knifes looked fatal, and had stains of blood on them. The guns looked a little used.
"Don't touch those!" I jumped as Harry yelled.
"I'm sorry I was just-"
"Do you see what happened to your arm! What if something happened!"
"Nothing was going to happen!" I yelled.
"But what if something did! When will you learn!" He yelled back.
"You can't just boss me around, I'm a grown woman I know what not to touch!"
"Yet you have a bullet in your arm!" He yelled getting into my face.
"I wouldn't have a bullet in my arm if you could have just told the truth!" I screamed in his face.
"It wast your problem to know about!" He screamed right back pushing me against the wall.
"I hate you!" I yelled as I winced in pain.
He scowled at me then was taken back in pain that I hated him.
He looked down, "I didn't mean that." I said quietly.
"Yes you did."
"Harry I didn't I was-"
"I'm a killer, why wouldn't you hate me!"
"I could never hate you, even if you are a killer." I said stepping closer to him.
He looked up at me, his eyes flickered to my lips then to my eyes.
"I don't want you to get hurt." He said taking a small step closer.
"Then teach me." I whispered, he smiled.
"You're hurt, I can't." He said leaning away.
"Then tell me about the guns and what to do." I said a little disappointed.
"Okay." He said picking up a gun.
He began to talk about every gun and every knife and how and when I should use it.
