I slowly turned around to see a disheveled Kyle standing there. He looked so out of it. His eyes were blood shot, his suit all ruffled and wrinkly, his tie slouched to the side. His hair looked like it hadn't seen a comb in days, Kyle did not look put together.
Kyle staggered closer to me, I placed my hands out in front of me.
"Stop, just leave you're drunk," I demanded, I closed the car door. I didn't want him waking Mia up, she shouldn't hear anything he says.
"Don't tell me that I'm drunk, you, you," He pointed his finger at me, he couldn't even finish his own sentence. He looked around running a hand through his messy locks.
"You kick me out of my own house, what right do you have?" He growled, "I know you've been sleeping around with that Edward character. I've have people who've seen you two together. You have him playing daddy with my daughter, MY DAUGHTER! The nerve of You Rosa! What nerve you have!" He ranted, honestly I didn't pay attention to what he had to say. He wasn't relevant to me anymore. What I do was none of this business.
"You really need to go," I turned my back to him and open the car door again, I got Mia out the car , I began to walk past Kyle but he grabbed my hand.
"Let go," I warned.
"I'm not done talking to you," He spat.
"I don't care what you are and aren't done doing, let me go!" I warned once again, his grip on my hand seemed to tighten instead of loosening.
"Kyle," I let out a sigh, I really didn't want to deal with his nonsense. "I want a divorce, I've already filed for it," When I got that out, he dropped his hands.
I was able to get inside the house and gently placed Mia in the center of my bed. I ran back down the stairs to get the valentine's day presents out of my car.
"You are not divorcing me," Kyle sneered.
"Yes I am,"
"No you're not, and you know why? I'm going to kill you, then Mia, and then I'm going to shoot my self."
My heart seem to speed up, why was he talking like this?
"You wouldn't," I croaked out, fear lacing every word. I watched him, he had his hand in his pocket.
"You see Rosa, that's how well you don't know me, cause I will," He pulled a object from his pants pocket. I let out a horrid scream taking a step away from him.
"Kyle please," I pleaded, trying to put some distance between us. He lifted the gun, aiming it at me.
"You're not sorry," He walked closer to me, "Do you see what fear does to you Rosa? You want to run don't ya?" He taunted waving the gun in my face. He was sick! He really was truly and utterly sick!
"Rosa," he was now inches away from me, "You don't have to die, just say you love me Rose, just say it," He begged
I shook my head no.
"Shame, you chose your faith," He cocked the gun at me again, I didn't want to die, Mia was inside, she'd be all alone. She's so innocent, after he'd kill me, he'd go after her next. I couldn't let that happen. I don't know what went through my head when I reacted how I did.
I lunged at him, I grabbed his arms trying to wrestle the gun out of his hand.
"No!" He roared trying to push me off. We both had our hands on the gun, the other desperately trying to get the upper hand. We struggled with each other for a while.
Then the gun went off.