"It's not fun hurting someone you care about!" Vicky replied. She looked at Matt, and took the gun from him. She checked the chamber, and saw that the bullet was gone. "What did you…?"
Matt gave Vicky the bullet. She sighed, and took it from him.
"Don't touch this!" Vicky said, glaring at Matt..
"Okay… mom!" Matt said, mocking her.
Vicky looked at him, and looked back down at the revolver. She put the bullet in the chamber, and stared at it, with a sad face.
Matt noticed the change in her expressions. He looked at her, almost as if she was teaching him something.
"What's so special about the gun?" Matt asked. He crossed his arms, and looked at Vicky.
Vicky stared at the gun, and then looked at Matt.
"Wh… why are you looking at me like that?" Vicky asked. She walked to the desk, and pushed Matt aside. She opened the drawer, and put the gun back in.
