What do you think?

He climbed the steps slowly. I could here him move to fumble with his keys at the door.

Everything went silent. The blareing TV as some guy with a cowboy hat announced big deals. The creaking of my mother's rocking chair. The sound of his curses as he tried to unlock the door in his drunken state.

Even the beating of my heart was lost as I clicked the safety off.

WHAM!!!

The door slammed open, and my mother, as usual, ran up to stroke the monster's unshazen cheek. When he threw her down, I could barely keep myself from raising the gun and shooting him there. But some sense in me said that if I were to miss, it wouldn't be self-defense.

When he looked up and noticed me on the couch, his scowl turned to a wide sneer.

"Mary," he boomed.

"My name is Megan Doyle, Mr. Black, and I would thank you to not confuse it.

"I will call you whatever the hell I ******* feel like calling you. Now you look old enough to know what grownups do in bed. Let me show you.

No room 4 rest o story