There is a dead darkness that settles over my heart as I hear the echo of a voice come from the kitchen.
Can people not fucking knock?
Well, it does not seem like they can. Guess this asshole will have to be taught a lesson.
So I reach for my back and take my Ruger firmly gripped in my hand.
Ya, someone tried to run me off the road, so I am going to make sure that I am ready.
So I take one deep breath, I step closer, there is a rumble of a voice that comes from in front of me. With the darkness that fills the room, I can only make out a silhouette; I am going to guess that this is a man in front of me. I have only one thing to do, and that is face what will be my end today.
