Episode I [continued]

It might have scared anyone else, but it felt so easy. Ollie looked down the barrel of the pistol at the terrified expression on the boy's face. The smell of fresh warm urine burned in his nostrils and made him feel sick; but nowhere on his face did he show it. This wasn't the first time he had handled a gun as proved just a minute ago as he expertly removed the bullets and put the safety on. Since he was an adolescent he had been hunting with his father. His father was partner in a gun dealership in the city before his death, so there was always a gun handy in the Oliver house. He was able to strip down a Glock in a minute flat before he could shave; and could hit a bullseye from one hundred yards before he could buy cigarettes. This though, was the first time he had ever put a gun to somebody's head and threatened to shot them.

He definitely had the boy's attention, but he needed to be sure. He licked his lips and waited for the boy to respond to him. When he didn't he thumped the boy's scalp with the tip of the gun.

"Can't you hear the sirens? Your options are running out fast, friend. You can either get up and walk out now, or wait till the cops arrive. I'm pretty sure they'll arrest you for a myriad of offenses for being in this girl's house... Assault, battery, breaking and entering, I think you get the idea."

As soon as he got the words out he saw out the corner of his eye the red and blue flash of the police car pull up at the front door. The decision was made for both of them.

"Well, I guess the decision's been made for you, see you in the funny papers."

Ollie stuffed the gun in the back of his belt, and made his way to the back door. As he walked out the door he caught Amelia helping herself to a glass of red wine. It took all he had to keep from stopping to yell at her for the inconvenience and hop the fence, but he did it. He pulled out another clove cigarette and lit it as he hopped into his classic 1970 Challenger and put it neutral. As he heard the police screaming at the drunk boy in Amelia's place he laughed as he quitely rolled the car down the alley. He started the car when he got a safe distance away from the house and flicked his clove as he sent Amelia a text message.

"This is the last time I will ever do anything like this for you Am."

And as he sent it he wished he could take it back, because he knew it was a lie.