Show Me What Home Is

I pull my pocket knife and get in a fighting position, "What do you want?" My voice unintentionally shakes. He pulls his own gun from the back of his jeans, "You. In my car. Now." "Shoot me." I dare him. "What?" He asks, his eyebrows only folding slightly. "I said, shoot me you damned coward!" Tears prick my eyes. I d...