Just a little Mad.

A gun

I wake up realizing that someone covered me up in my favorite soft pink blanket. I also realize that Allan is no longer beside me. "How the heck did he move without waking me up?" I wonder "fucking ninja" I think and laugh lightly. I suddenly feel a pair of hands on my shoulder and spin around with my knife, which I unsafely slept with in my pocket, readily in hand.   Allan jumps back just quick enough for me to miss him with my knife and I sigh in relief. "Jesus, calm down its just me." He says with a smile,  he then pats my head saying "nice reflexes though" I smile sheepishly and stretch my arms towards him. "Hug me" I demand with a pout. "And what if I don't?"he asks cocky while smirking. "Then I get really sad." I tell him smiling.  He then hugs me "we wouldn't want that, now would we?"he whispers against my neck, slightly muffled by my hair. "Nope" I then kiss his cheek and pull away from the hug. I get up from the couch and go to the kitchen, Allan following me.  "What do you want for breakfast?" I ask Allan with a yawn. "Whatever you make." He replies. I open the fridge and pull out the stuff to make scrambled eggs. "Leave me alone so I can make food" I say with a laugh.  "Alright, bossy much? " allan says with a smile, leaving the room. I grab my phone off the counter and start to play music to listen to as I cook. I hear a noise behind me over the music and see allan peering around a corner. I glare at him. "Shoo!" I tell him threateningly, waving a spoon at him. He smiles and dissapears. Continuing with my cooking I check the time on my phone. I have to go "Hang out with my friends" again around 6 and it's only 12. "I slept later than Usual" I think while I scramble the eggs. I hum softly to myself and then I jump when I feel Allan's hands on my hips and his body behind me. "Stop scaring me!" I scold him, whacking him with the spoon I was waving earlier . "Make me." he says, lightly kissing my neck, not even flinching after I whacked him with a spoon. I shiver and push him away slightly. "I'm cooking." I point out. "Later" I say with a smirk and I turn around to kiss his cheek. He smirks back."fine" and with that he smacks my ass and sits down at the counter behind me. I blush and glare at him. He continues smirking and I turn around to continue cooking. Seeing that the eggs are done, I take a plate out of the cabinet and put some on it. "Here you go." I say sweetly, handing Allan the plate. When he grabs the plate I mutter"asshole" and smile evilly at him. "What was that?" He asks smirking as I make my plate. "Nothing" I reply smiling. I sit next to him at the counter and steal some of his food when he's not looking. During my second attempt to steal his food he catches me and exclaims "that's my food! You have your own!" I take a bite of the food I successfully stole a second time and laugh childishly. "Sharing is caring." I say poking his cheek. He grunts in return but I can see a small smile on his face. Allan finishes his food before me and puts his plate in the sink, then he comes behind me and hugs me. "Allllaaaannn" I whine "I'm still eating." "Okay okay"he says and stops hugging me. He walks out of the kitchen and I finish my food quickly. When I put my plate In the sink I see my reflection in the window. "Jesus christ!  I look terrifying!" I think As I see my disheveled hair and dark bags under my eyes. "I'm going to take a shower!" I call out to Allan. "No invite for me?" he asks. I smirk at that and consider it for a second before telling him no. "Fine." he grunts and I smile. Walking down up the stairs  towards the bathroom I flick the staircase light on. Along the walls are pictures of me and Allan. Some of Allan's family and him as a baby..But none of me. "I wonder why."Aurora says cockily inside my head. I look away from the pictures and walk inside the bathroom, closing the door behind me. Reaching up to grab a towel off the top shelf above the sink I remember to get clean clothes. Exiting the bathroom I hurry over to me and Allan's room which is just past the guest room.  Searching through my drawers I can't find anything comfortable so I pull open Allan's t-shirt drawer. After searching for a second I feel something cold and metallic in the back of the drawer. My blood running cold I move some shirts to see what it is. A diamond back revolver sits in the back of the drawer. Instead of worry consuming me, confusion does. "Why would he have a gun?"I wonder. I know Allan would never kill me so I'm not worried but still. "It's probably for safety reasons." Faith pipes up hopefully. I bite my lip but choose to agree with her. Grabbing a dead pool shirt I gave Allan I hide the gun again and go to take a shower. In the shower images of the gun flash through my mind and eat away at me. "You should ask Allan about it." Faith keeps telling me but everytime she does Aurora gives me another reason why I shouldn't. Washing my hair I try to block them out and focus on what is coming up later today. A new client called me a couple days ago. She wanted me to kill her old best friend, who supposedly stole her boyfriend, I could care less and God,was her voice annoying but she did offer alot of money so I took the job. I'm concerned with how she got my number though. She wasn't like my typical clients, drug lords gang leaders, thugs like that, she was preppy and dear god, I swear she could not shut the fuck up even if you sewed her lips shut! That worries me... She may spread my number or if she gets the slightest bit of info on me she could  expose me and that can NOT happen. I rinse my hair out and try to remember all the details of the girls old best friends house, I didn't bother to get her name. I went over there a couple days ago. I searched the place just to see what i was working with. Nothing too difficult, the girl clearly lived alone, no pets, no children, nothing, no sign of a stolen boyfriend either. I felt briefly bad because even I could tell that this friend had stolen nobody's boyfriend and was about to be murdered for a so said crime, excuse the expression, that she did not commit but, I pushed the feeling aside and finished searching the house, then I left. Silently as I turn off the shower I promise myself to let this girl go as painlessly as possible. "I may even go kill her the person who sent me to kill her. Just for fun." I think with a smirk. I can feel faith's disappointment in me and I stop smirking, getting dressed in shame. After getting dressed I leave the bathroom and head down the stairs towards the living room, putting my hair up into a  wet pony tail. I shiver from the cold and join Allan on the couch where he is watching the WWE Network, snuggiling up next to him for warmth. He wraps his arms around me and I slowly drift off to sleep, warm and comfortable.