Shootout

(02) Strapped Up

"You gotta name shorty?" He asked, joining me at my dining table. I didn't trust him enough to leave him alone by himself in my house since he's a complete stranger.

"Penelope." I spoke.

     He nodded his head. "I'm Bryson."

     "I know, you told me already."

A silence came upon us for a few seconds.

     "You prolly wonderin' why gunshots goin' off right now."

     "I'm not. This shit happens all the time 'round here."

     "It's a shootout goin' on."

     "You apart of it?"

He surprisingly nodded his head yes, telling the truth, leaving my heart to drop.

A killer is in my house right now.

     He chuckled. "Fix yo face. I ain' finna hurt you." He chuckled again.

     "So why you in my house? Ain't you supposed to be helping- whoever the fuck is shooting."

     "Nah...."

I didnt respond after he said that. I didn't even want him to elaborate, he's gonna be home in a few anyways. There was no need to keep talking to him about this. And besides, he would be dumb to spill everything that's going on since he doesn't know me. He doesn't know if I'm the type of person to snitch or not.

     "You think I can crash here tonight?" He asked.

     "Not to be rude, but I don't even know you."

     "And you 'ont got to shorty. I'll be out by tomorrow mornin'"

     "First thing." I ordered.

     "First thing. I swea' "

I stoop up from the dining room chair. "I'll go get you blankets." I sighed.

I can't believe that I'm really about to let a stranger stay at my house.

Sometimes I think my heart is way too big, I'm always trying to help people and hoping to see the best in them. It might be dumb of me inviting him into my house since I don't know him. But I'm hoping he's really not about to pull no sneak shit on me.

     "Come here." I said as I got some blankets for him and began making him a bed on the couch. As he's walking over, I notice a gun tucked by his waist.

As I'm spreading the blankets out, I try to make it seem like I didn't notice the gun, but he noticed that I noticed.

    "Calm down." He chuckled. "This shit ain't for you." He said, referring to the gun tucked by his waist.

I ignored him and continued making his bed on the couch.

     "If you need anything, just knock on my door." I gave him a small smile as I handed him another pillow just in case he decides to sleep with two instead of one.

     "Preciate you."  He smiled, showing off his golds in his mouth.

     "Mhm." I hummed, walking to my bedroom and locking the bedroom door behind me.

Published 6/9
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