Loaded

Is the gun loaded

"Put the gun down" his confidence doesn't waver, Darcy was use to being obeyed and it shows. The presence of the fire arm doesn't seem to scare him, It isn't affecting him at all. I wonder whether this is not his first time having his life has been threatened.

His posture hasn't changed, he's still standing perfectly straight. He looks confident like always, like he's in charge of the situation. Darcy demands respect and attention wherever he goes, I can't explain it. How he was able to stand their so confidently was a mystery to me, I certainly don't look like that.

I'm hunched over, breathing eratically. I'm positive my heart is about to pound out of my chest, I've tried to calm myself down but none of my exercises work. I must look pathetic, im shivering with fear. My body feels heavy, my knees feel so weak I feel like I could collapse at any second.

I sneak a look up at her and stumble when I notice her once brown eyes look like black soulless pits. All joy and happiness had drained from her making her look at least ten years older. Granted I have only met her a handful of times but she had never looked like this. Elizabeth usually is fully made up with her hair sitting perfectly in place, but today her hair was greasy and stuck to her head and her face was clear of any make up. Her skin looks almost grey, wrinkles I had never noticed before we're prominent on her face. The bags under her eyes are so dark it looks like she hasn't slept in days. I had never believed that she was in her early sixties fifties but now every year was magnified. I feel guilty judging her appearance especially when there's something so much more serious going on. I can't bare to look at her, when I do it hurts. I look down at my feet and try to concentrate on what Darcey is saying.

I can't get her eyes out of my head they are just so empty, I doubted she would use the gun but now I'm not so sure. My life starts to flash through my mind, it's really boring. I should have laughed more, I should have loved more. I would do everything different if I had a chance to do it again. I would spend more time living and less time rebelling.

"Put the gun down, you do not want to do this" Darcey demands, he tries to domineer her and give her no choice but to follow his order.

A high pitched cackle escapes her, it's almost inhuman. It's like a sirens call, I can hear the pain. It's obvious that she's hurt and I can't help but to feel responsible.

"That darling is where your wrong. Nothing would give me greater pleasure than to put a bullet in between her pretty little eyes" the venom in her voice makes me wince. The knowledge that she hates me that much and blames me for her unhappiness is like torture.

To my knowledge no one had ever hated me before, I really don't like the feeling.

The air is so thick with tension I can almost see my breath cutting through it.

"Savannah isn't a part of this. The problem is between you and me. Leave her out of this"

I look over at Darcy when I hear him mention my name. His big blue eyes are softening as he looks at her, he's sympathetic towards her. He's looking at her like a little bird that's hurt it's wing.

Elizabeth's grip tightens on the gun as she shakes her head furiously, she doesn't appear to be affected by his authoritative tone. Darcey repeats himself but he speaks louder and becomes more firm. Still no affect, i think she will shoot soon. It appears that she had stopped listening to Darcey, she isn't looking at him. 100% off her attention is on me, the smirk on her face makes me sob. I thought I was strong but I guess I was wrong. I'm a mess, I can't deal with this any longer.

"Elizabeth darling don't do this" his voice shakes betraying the fear that's eating at him. He's tried so long to be brave for the both of us, but his emotions are starting to betray his cool exterior.

Elizabeth's arms moved to the side so the gun was now pointing at Darcey. He let out a growl as they came face to face.

"Don't patronise me" she spat.

"Darling" she mimicks harshley. Elizabeth's grimaced as though she had just eaten something nasty.

I look around the room for anything that could possibly help. I can't reach my phone and I'm too far away to grab it without catching her attention and putting darceys life in danger.

"Elizabeth put the gun down or shoot me. I'm getting bored now, Its been a long day already without dealing with this shit"

I gasp, damn you Darcey what are you playing at. It's like he's goading her to shoot him. My anxiety is through the roof. I glare at him willing him to shut up.

"Bored of me, what a surprise. After 20 years together and everything I have done for you. I gave you everything, you had the best years of my life but you fucked me over" Elizabeth spits. Her eyes start to leak, tears fall fast and hard down her cheeks.

"Is the gun loaded" I whisper.

Elizabeth smiles, it reminds me of the joker in batman. "Let's find out shall we"