chapter 6

4 1 0
                                    

after landing my shot i grab my coat and both the guns and i get out of there as fast as i can. i don't have to worry about the police. there is no one with in a 5 mile radius of this place. but i can never come here again. now that someone knows about it it is too risky to ever come back. on the way home i start thinking about Ryan. i should have made sure he was okay before i ran out. what am i thinking?! he held me at gunpoint, called the police on me and is fathering my kid?! i hope he bleeds out on that dirty abandoned building floor. he is the father of my baby boy/ girl though. crap! i turn around and drive back to the apartment. when i get there i walk in gun raised and ready to fire again if needed. hes gone. there is a puddle of blood but no body. he must have ran. 

when i get home i start a small dinner and sit at the table. how did Ryan know about my place? was that one of my guns he aimed towards me? i examine it. it kinda looks like something i would have except for one thing.  it has Ryan Steinbeck engraved into the barrel. why would he have this. the entire time we were together he always talked about how he hated guns and how dangerous they are. i cant take it anymore. i spring from my chair and tear my home apart looking for a clue, some answers, anything. with no success i sit on the floor by my bed. funny, not one thing left begin. i internally laugh because he cleaned this house like i would after a victim. giving up i fall on the floor. i looked everywhere and found absolutely nothing. i roll over and face the bed. how could that be? when my eyes finally focus on the darkness under the bed i see something. 

murderous affairsWhere stories live. Discover now