Bloody Bullet (rewrite)

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"Oh thank you! Thank you so much Mr—"

"It's just detective. Detective (y/n)." The woman in front of you wiped her tears away.

"Thank you again, I can finally get a damn divorce without worrying about the custody over my son!" You nodded. Years of seeing many undesirable things made you quiet and reserved. Plus, you don't have many people to talk to anyways.

She paid you your fees and shook your hand before leaving your small office. You got up to lock the door and then went back to your seat. You picked up the cash and started counting.

You threw your feet up on your desk and leaned back on your office chair. The dollars are mercilessly shoved in your pocket, you're going to use at least five dollars to order takeaway (favourite food).

You looked up to your ceiling. There's are few waterstains on it, you grumbled. You wonder when will your neighbours upstairs fix it? Or will they put the blame on you? You're not using any of your money to fix THEIR leaky tap—

Your train of thoughts were broken by a knock on the door. You furrowed your eyebrows, a client? Odd, usually you'd only have a maximum of two clients coming in per day and they'd make an appointment over the phone before coming over. Who's at the door? You already paid your rent for this month, so it couldn't be your landlady—

"My darling? Are you in there?" You rolled your eyes and stayed silent.

The knocking continued. You ignored it, not having the energy to face whoever is outside.

"(Y/n)? I know you're in there, please let me in, my love." You shuddered at his sickly sweet voice. Hey, didn't you file a restraining order against him?

You fished your phone out of your coat, intending to call the police on him.

"(Y/n)? Calling the police won't do anything. I'll still find a way to be with you." You hesitated pressing the 'dial' button. Maybe he's right, if he boldly came to your office knowing that you have a restraining order, he may have some tricks up his sleeve.

Let's just ignore him and see what he'll do.

"(Y/n)?" The knocking persisted. You saw the door knob jiggle a bit.

Luckily you locked it earlier—

CRASH!

You shot out of your seat when you saw the whole knob was ripped out from your wooden door, inclusive of the latch and lock. Now there's a hand-sized hole in your door.

You saw a pair of very, very, light blue eyes peek in. You jolted in surprise, you never knew that he's that strong. Or is your door that weak?

Should you pull your gun out and deal with him one on one? Or should you call the police to handle this?

You hear him giggle before swinging the door open. "(Y/n), my love!" He exclaimed as he advanced towards you with open arms. His curly brown hair bouncing every step he takes.

You whipped your pistol out and pointed it at his face. He stopped in his tracks and dropped his smile.

He frowned. "What's wrong, my love?"

You furrowed your eyebrows at him. What does he mean by 'what's wrong?' He broke into your apartment by breaking your door! He's obviously a threat to your safety.

"You broke my door." You replied.

His smile returned. "Oh my little detective—" the male suddenly pushed your arms away, you pulled the trigger, however it wasn't aiming at your target. It shot your beloved sofa bed! When you whipped your head back to the front, the male's gone! Where did he go!?