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I have no fucking phone. I quickly grab my laptop and order myself a new one making sure it comes tomorrow. I was so exhausted from everything once I ordered it I just collapsed and fell straight to sleep. I woke the next morning by screams being heard in the house. I quickly got dressed and made my downstairs to see what was going on. I saw Dylan drag a badly beaten guy in by his hair and drop him to the floor. 'Dylan what's going on?' I asked hated seeing this side to her. 'Ahh my darling wife, this is the fucker that stole from OUR company' she speaks like this is all a joke. Like she hasn't got that man's life in her hands right now. 'Okay then take him to the police Dylan, it looks like you've already had a good few hits in' I said basically begging her not to kill him.
She rolled her eyes and walked towards me grabbed my hair and pulled her to stand infront of him. She takes a fucking gun out of her waistband and hands it to me. I don't know why I'm Surprised she had a gun she is bat shit crazy. 'Kill him' she said sitting on the back of the couch with her arms folded over her chest looking at me with an amused smile on her face. 'What? I'm not going to kill him Dylan, what the fuck is wrong with you?' I screamed at her. 'Elizabeth point the gun at his head and pull the fucking trigger' I can't do this as I go to drop the gun on the floor she takes it off me and shoots the guy straight in the head. I felt his blood splatter all over my face and heard his body fall to the floor. I didn't want to look down. I could feel the blood running on the wood floor hitting my bare feet. I felt sick.
Dylan placed the gun down and I don't know what came over to me I ran towards it and held it up to her. She just lit a cigarette and came closer placing her head on the end of the gun with a smirk. 'Go on, do it' she said to me. What the fuck is wrong with her? But before I could say anything she managed to get the gun out of my hand and hold it to my head. I closed my eyes. Then I heard the trigger being pulled. But I was still her I could still feel Dylan's arms around me. I looked up and saw her laughing. 'Do you really think I would leave a loaded gun lying around Elizabeth?' She said throwing it away. She walked up to me and slapped me across my face, then grabbed my hair forcing me to look at her 'next time you want to threatening me. Make sure you have the balls to go through with it'. Then pushed me away and poured herself a drink and sat down like nothing had happened.