Don't Bring Me Your Bullets

"My darling baby girl. I've missed you far too much!" I'm shoved into the window and I quickly turn. I look up to see a sleek, black gun pointing straight at my chest. My eyes slowly leave the strong hand gripping the gun to his sweatshirt-clad arm, up to his bulgy neck, into his curvy, tan face. His thin lips turned up into the sickest of smirks, his eyes flickering like candle flames.

"Lys. How could you." I spat as I look to the figure draped across his body. Her eyes stare right into mine. Mock pity is covering up the smirking happiness behind. She shrugs and places a wet kiss on the man's cheek. Making him shudder. She leans into his shoulder.

"He's so hot. I'd do anything for him." She snickers as I make a face. How could my best friend do this to me? And more importantly, how can she be talking about my step father like that. I open my mouth to wryly respond, but there comes a quick knocking on the door.

My step-father stares daggers at me, gesturing at the gun, and mouthing "speak and you're as good as dead." Like a coward, I don't say a thing.

We stand in deathly silence until we hear another set of knocking. Then a few moments, then another. We hear someone clearing their throat inside.

"Q." I cringe. I know that voice. I attempt to hide my recognition, but Lys immediately knows who it is as well. I look at her with hope in my eyes, praying she won't say a thing. She notes my desperation and leans into my step-dad. She glares at me with big innocent eyes as she whispers something in his ear. He smirks at me, and then turns to the door.

"Q, It's me.. Gee." My fears are confirmed. My captors both grin like the cats who have just caught the canary. "I was just out and... shit. Are you even in there? Because if not this is so fucking awkward." He stops. "Well, whatever. Q, I think you're rad. I've gotta go. I'll call you later." He says and I can see him leaning up against the door, as he sighs. His head touching the wood, one hand on the knob, the other on the door, trying to look through the wood like fucking superman.

Lys sprints over on the balls of her feet, not making a noise. She opens the door. He hesitantly pushes. I can't let this happen.

"RUN GEE RUN!" I scream at the top of my lungs as a shot goes off and echoes through my empty apartment building.

Notes

I'm thinking about writing a fanfic that takes place during WW2 bc in Jew school we learned about the holocaust (I go to hebrew school).
^^^Good idea or no? Comment!^^^
Sorry this took so long! I got it though!