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♧23

Of course.

Of fricking course.

Why wouldn't there be one?

Of course, there's a room filled with guns and many more weapons.

Can't people have normal homes?

With lamps and shelves, and beds and......

Sorry, I guess I'm losing my train of thought when I'm staring at at least 10 guns.

Surprisingly, I'm extremely calm about this, this is the stuff you see in books, movies but not actual REAL life.

My first thought is too... Run from the house because these people are definitely mental.

But then my voice of reason... at least that's why I call it... tells me to take one gun and get out of here.

If Noah- aka big bad murder king- was serious about people wanting to literally kill me if I was anywhere near him at least I'd be prepared.

Not that I'd kill anyone.

On purpose.

So I do.

I take a gun, all those ones that you see in the movies.

It's actually kinda heavy.

Or I'm too weak, I'm going with the first option.

This is the kind of stuff they don't teach you in school.

Oh, that reminds me, schools on Monday.

This is...

I check my phone...

Saturday.

I still have Sunday to relax.

I'll just meet up with Ava in school.

I take the gun and hide it under my shirt making sure the safety's on.

Then I look around noticing that none of them are around me and sneak out the front door.

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"Ahhhhh" I scream.

It's been two hours since I left the place and I'm exhausted.

So my coming to a stop to relax and have a rat run over my leg isn't the best of luck.

I wonder if they are looking for me right now.

I move away from the alley and continue walking, I'll soon be home, I'm actually pretty close.

My stomach growls reminding me that o still haven't eaten since the day before.

I unlock my phone and check the time, and how many more minutes it will take to reach the house.

20 minutes.

Okay not a problem, I can handle it.

Just 20 more minutes of absolutely no food and walking and the constant fear that a policeman is going pull up and ask me why I'm running with an unlicensed gun.

Piece of cake.

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"Finally", I sigh esparsetedly as I reach and grab the door handle.

It wasn't actually 20 minutes, actually almost an hour.

Google lies too, people.

I open the door walking into the darkness, also shocking myself because I'm positive I always leave the lights on.