When he told me there were two guns in there, I would be lying if I said I didn't think he was using it for something else. Some of those thoughts did bother on him, eventually losing control.

But hell, I never thought that he would prepare a gun for me to use on him. In case it ever happens, I didn't think he would keep a weapon for me.

A single tear dropped down my left cheek, my lips parting as I tried to rationalise it all. How could he even think that I would stay right here, there, wherever and point a gun at him?

What the fuck...