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I noticed her eyes widen with surprise, as if she hadn't been expecting anyone. "Uh...stay right here." She took a sip of wine, wiped her mouth, and headed for the door.

I couldn't make out what was being said, but I recognized the voice. Same one from the other day.

Before I even had time to think, a tall, thin man with short, dark hair and dark brown eyes walked straight into the room.

"Who the hell is this?" He gestured towards me just as Lana walked in behind him.

"That's...one of my students."

"And what the hell is he doing here?" He stared straight at me. Didn't even blink.

I could feel my heart race as Lana's face went red. She cleared her throat anxiously before saying, "He's here to pick up his test. He won't be at school tomorrow and asked if he could have it tonight... to show his parents..." Her voice was shaky, and it made me even more nervous.

"Ok, and you gave him a beer?" He wasn't really buying it.

Suddenly, she shot him a dirty look as if she had just realized he was in the room. "Honestly, Bryan, you don't have any business being here. Especially to interrogate me."

"No business? We were together for three-and-a-half years, and you never return my calls." He looked offended.

"Were." She narrowed her hazel eyes. "It's been three months. You need to stop coming around. I'm serious."

"So it's really over just like that then? You're fuckin' some kid and now you're all of a sudden over it?"

"I'm not fucking anyone. You were the one who cheated. You were the asshole, not me. You're the one that ended it. And now that that slut doesn't want you anymore either you think you can just come back around? I don't think so. Now, out. I want you out."

I stood there for a moment before I realized that my mouth had dropped open slightly as I watched their argument with bated breath. I felt nervous and anxious. The same feelin' I'd get when I was around dad.

"I'm not going anywhere until we talk about this."

"Jesus Christ, Bryan!" She smacked the counter hard, with both hands. "We have talked about it! I'm done! It's over!"

He furrowed his brow, angrily. "What the fuck are you even looking at?" He yelled at me. "Get lost, kid!"

"Hey, man, what the hell is yer problem?" I narrowed my eyes, offended.

"My problem is that I'm trying to have a fucking conversation with my girlfriend and I've got some young hillbilly staring at me like a fucking retard!"

"Oh, I'm the retard? Ain't you the one who can't take a fuckin' hint 'n get lost? She done told you three fuckin' times since you been here that she wants you to leave. So why don't ya?" I clenched my fists, annoyed and ready to take a swing. We closed in on each other.

"Both of you, stop it." Lana interrupted, stepping in between us. "Bryan, you need to leave. Now. If you come back here, I'm going to call the cops."

"Call 'em. I'm sure they'd like to know what a fourteen-year-old kid is doing here."

"Sixteen."

He held his hands up and widened his eyes, mocking me. "Ooooh. Sixteen. Whatever. Obviously not old enough to win a fight." He gestured at my bruises.

"I told you what he was doing here, not that it's any of your business. Now, I'm not kidding. Leave. Daryl, you should probably leave too."

"I ain't goin' nowhere 'till I know this motherfucker ain't comin' back."

"What are you, her fuckin' bodyguard? I've taken shits bigger than you." He smirked.

"Dude, I'm about to lay yer ass out. That's a warnin'."

He laughed, but not much before I balled up my fist and clocked him right in the jaw. He stumbled backwards, looking totally surprised. "Get the fuck outta here." I raised my voice.

"That was a big fuckin' mistake you just made." He threatened.

Seconds later, we were throwing each other into the cabinets. I heard her wine glass break but I was smarter than to take my eyes of Asshole McStringbean over here. He threw one really good punch that knocked me flat on my ass and he took advantage of the opportunity by climbing on top me and swingin' over and over again.

Lana ran over and tried her hardest to pull him off. She slapped him and screamed at him but he wouldn't budge. My adrenaline was sky-rocketing, but not enough to take away the pain of each hit. You'd think I'd be used to it by now.

Suddenly, it came to an abrupt stop when Lana smashed her wine bottle on his head. He looked dazed and fell backwards, his head dripping a small amount of blood, but it wasn't enough to restrain him. This time, he swung at her. She went crashing into the cabinets behind her and fell flat on her bottom, holding a hand to her bloody lip. She started crying immediately.

"The fuck is yer problem?" I yelled, coming up on him quick and throwing a punch as fast as I could. I got him. He clutched his bloody nose.

"You broke my fucking nose, you little shit."

I glanced down at the floor. Lana was gone.

"I'm about to really fuck you up. I hope you know that." He wiped his nose of the dripping, crimson red.

"Bryan, get the fuck out. Now. I swear to god, get the fuck out right now!" We both turned to look at Lana, who was standing completely motionless with a gun pointed straight at her attacker's head. "I'm counting to 3 and then I'm pulling the trigger. You are an intruder."

He held his hands up defensively. "Baby, just calm-"

"1."

"Look, can't we just talk about this?"

"2." To my surprise, she fired a shot in the floor, only inches in front of his feet. All three of us jumped. It was obvious that she had never used a gun before.

"Jesus Christ! Alright, alright...I'm fuckin' out." He backed up. "But just so you know, we're fucking over!"