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family—my wife and the fucking doctors. I won’t go back there, damn it.” Mr. Patterson fisted one hand through his hair and out again, causing it to stand straight up. This made him a ghastly sight. 
    Allison gaped. “Mr. Patterson, you never told me this,” she said, surprisingly  keeping her calm. “What is that in your hand?” Her question lingered in the suffocating air. 
    “Stop calling me Mister. Call me Frank,” he retorted angrily and moved in closer to her. “It’s the gun,” Mr. Patterson said without any emotion. He looked at it dumbfounded and gingerly pointed it toward his face. It was obvious to Allison that he had no idea how to handle the thing.
    Allison gasped. “Okay, please...please, I’m begging you to just put the gun down.”
    He ignored her plea. “I was going to blow my head off with it,” he said and then raised his hand into the slice of light emanating from the outside house light, revealing a small 9.millimeter pistol. He continued, “But you got here just in the nick of time.”
    “Fuck me,” she whispered, softly and barely discernible.
    Allison’s pulse quickened. There wasn’t much time to think. She inched her feet through the debris on the floor, backing further into the room and then abruptly hit the side of the sofa. Her eyes closed only for a moment. She needed to clear her thoughts. She felt cornered. No, she did not feel cornered, but she was cornered. This was a deadly combination. Between her and the exit of the room stood Frank, a madman with a gun. The dumfounded expression on his face turned blank. Perhaps, this was her opportunity to run for it. 
    “Okay Frank, let’s just stay calm. You’re scaring me,” she said, hoping her honesty would disarm him. “Please, set the gun down. I came here to help you.”
    Her eyes darted between him and the window. The thought of jumping through it was not really a better option, but it may be her only way out. 
    She could see her car through the bay window, so close but yet so far. The angle of the headlights shone slightly into the room, helping her vision to adjust to the gray pitchy surroundings. Her eyes scanned the living room. An array of beer bottles and crusty old pizza boxes were scattered over the furniture and floor.  
    “I don’t mean to scare you. Allison, I adore you. You’re the only one I can trust.”  
    “Yes of course, you can trust me. Please set the gun down so we can talk,” she implored.  
    “Allison, I don’t want to talk,” he cried. “We have been talking for years.”  
    His body coiled over as he leaned against the sturdy sideboard. Mr. Patterson studied the gun for what seemed to have been hours to Allison. It felt like an eternity. She held her breath and didn’t say a word, in fear of causing a double shooting.  
      They both were motionless and an air of uncertainty filled the silence between them. He held his hand over a large fish aquarium that sat on the sideboard. What was he thinking?
    He flashed at Allison then hit his head purposely against the wall and released the gun into the water.
    Allison let out a long sigh and collapsed, sinking onto the arm of the sofa. She watched the pistol drop like lead to the bottom of the fish tank. It was then that she noticed the dead fish floating on the top of the water. A bad omen. She felt like puking, but she held her composure. 
    “Thank you, Frank. You really terrified me,” Allison’s voice cracked. She wanted to barrel through him and run like hell, but she did not and, instead, sat there vigilantly.  
    “Allison, you are so beautiful and precious to me. I wanted to be alone with you outside of your office. I know you want this too. I could see the way you’ve been looking at me. Your eyes undressing me, wondering—.” The longer he vented, the more it became apparent to her that he never wanted to kill himself. In fact, it was a ploy to get her there. He was so delusional about their relationship.
    “Mr.