chapter 3

I go downstairs and grab two wine glasses and some red wine. I go upstairs. When I reach her room she is laying on a pillow, smoking and watching tv. I just stand there. I don't think she saw me because she starts dancing and she only dances without music when she is high and in the room alone. I put the stuff down on her nightstand and when she laid down  removed the pillow so she is laying on me and I lowkey love it. She hoped on me, took my shirt off then told me to sit up. When I sit up she wraps her arms and legs around me and starts kissing me with her tongue.

   She takes my bra off then I take off hers, she pushes me so I am laying down on the bed. She takes off my jeans and boxers and then tells me that she is going to start our shower. When she left I heard a beeping sound so I walked toward it is a hollowed- out book with a voice recorder in  it.I go downstairs in a rush. I grabbed a knife and a hammer first I cut it in half , then I smashed it. 

   I walk up to her room to see her drinking wine. She must have heard me because she tried to quickly put it back. I walked up to her, kissed her forehead and grabbed the  wine. I poured half a glass she gave me this look that meant now pour some out. We are about to hop in the shower.

    When I get out I grab a towel and sit on the toilet she gets out and does the same. She is in my arms. I walk her to the end of her bed and put her down softly. She scooted up and put the tv on to try not to laugh on YouTube . I walk downstairs to see her ex sharpening a knife.

   I walked back upstairs no more as I ran, I hurried by and locked the door. She asked me what's wrong. I put my index finger to my lips in a shushing way. I grabbed paper, pencil and went to my backpack for my gun but it was missing.

  I look at Gina. She looks like she is guilty but I don't mind it at the moment. I think to myself what in the world has she done now. Gina got up and poured her some wine. I walk to her to pour some Gin mouths" You know you used to have an addiction."

      I wrote down what I saw downstairs and gave it to her to read. After she read it  she put her hand out to grab a knife, I made sure she didn't. I said no because she used to be suicidal. I  took the paper from her and wrote a trade gun for wine. I know that sounds stupid because of our history but our history shouldn't difine us.

   She replied yeah. She stood on the bed, reached for the ceiling fan and grabbed the gun that was supposedly supposed to be in my backpack. I looked at her then back at the wine and thought about what was happening and poured  a full glass and started sipping. This is the expensive kind. She put the gun in my backpack and stood by the hidden safe and motioned for me to come. 

     She put in the password and took out 2 bulletproof vests and 2 rifles. I already knew what was going on. It happened 2 months ago with a ex- ex-girlfriend coming for revenge. I wanted to kill her but Gina made sure I didn't. Should have killed her sorry ass. I was already mad at her for treating Gin like trash.