I get out of the shower to dry off
and dress. As I dress, I hear a noise. It sounded like a door
shutting. Typical. Only, no one is home.
I open the door, pretending to be
oblivious to the noise. I open the cabinet under the sink, pull
out a gun, and cock it. I
walk down the hallway as silent as possible. It was a man.
Quietly, the gun is lifted and set it against the man's spine.
One shot and he'd be paralyzed, if not killed.
The guy turned, grabbing my wrist,
only to be elbowed in the face, punched in the gut, kicked in the
groin, and punched in the nose. Blood spurted everywhere. The guy
grasped my face and pulled me in for a kiss. The kiss was sweet,
but sultry. Nobody kisses like that except one man. The man who
almost killed me.
"Haynes," I frown. His bright,
spiked hair was pulled out of his clear blue eyes. He was still
as tall, buff, and lean as I had last seen him three and a half
He grins, pulling out a gun of his
own, "I love how you never use my first name."
"What the hell are you doing here?
I thought you took off to Mexico when your attempted murder
didn't work." I angle my gun towards his head.
* * * * *
As we lay in bed, he holds onto my
waist. I feel something pressed against my back. Something small,
hard, and circular. A gun barrel. The click goes into
"We both knew it would end this
way." He whispers in my ear.
"Yeah. Funny. I was thinking the
same thing." I pulled a gun and put it over my side, pointing it
at his stomach, "You move and I shoot you." I let a silent tear
Haynes pulls me by my hair until
I'm off the bed and puts the gun to my forehead. I twist my feet,
knocking him onto the ground and stood up.
"After all, it was never meant to
be..." I aimed for the shoulder, two in the right and one in the
left. I grab my things and leave him there to be
* * * * *
He laughs. "Attempt to murder you?
No. Test you? Yes."
I narrow my eyes, "Bullshit. You
were trying to kill me."
"And why would I try? If I wanted
to, I could have easily."
I lowered the gun, only a little,
so if I shot him, it would go to the intestines and he would die
of internal bleeding. "Then why?"
He throws his gun on the floor and
puts his hands up in surrender. I didn't put mine down, not
believing him for a second. He sighs. "Elise, It was a test to
see if you cared about me, if you loved me."
"And you thought that the answer
was to pretend to shoot me. To shoot a person who has been in the
CIA, the FBI, the Witness Protection Program, Secret Service, and
a spy? Really, Jesse, how dense do you think I am?"
He was getting frustrated, "You
think I would let all of my walls down if I didn't know you were
going to do the same? I wanted to know you wouldn't shoot me in
the middle of the night, drain the bank, and split. Come on,
Elise! You know me better than this!"
"I'm being honest, Haynes! You
wouldn't think I would protect myself when there's a gun put to
my head? I would shoot my own mother, if it was her."
His eyes harden. I roll my eyes.
Like he could scare me. He scoffs in disbelief. "You don't get
it, do you, Elise? I'm telling you that I LOVE you!"
"Or you did, Jesse. You did." I
"No." His voice was harsh and his
eyes were harsher. "I still do."
Before I have a chance to say or
do anything, the screen door opens. I hide the gun in a nearby
Once I saw the small hand appear
at the top of the railing, I was about ready to cry. The blond
hair and the bright blue eyes completely gave it away. A big
wolfish grin spread across my face.
Elise bent down and spread her
arms wide, smiling. "Hi, baby." She picks up the three year old
and comes closer.
"Jesse, this is Kaden. Kaden
I smile, come closer, and shake
his little hand. "How you doing, little buddy?"