"Sit!" He pointed to the two seaters.

"Okay." I muttered. I awkwardly walked to the chair and sank into it slowly as I watched Sylvester stare at the toys trying to decide on what to pick.

"Can I test the bullet first?" It's clear I was obsessed with it.

"It's not what you need now."

I snorted at his reply. What does he know of my struggles?

"I just want to know how it feels." I pressed.

He rolled his eyes at me again but picked it up, making my eyes light up. I was so restless as I waited for him to come over to the chair and hand...