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house. He stared at me as if I were crazy bringing all that stuff—but, I had a plan to watch it ten times.
    “I hope you have a DVR,” I said as he drove a few homes down.
    “Yes, I do. Why?”
    “Oh nothing.”
    Christian pulled me to stay in the car. “Before you get out, I should clean up...it's really messy. You know it's just me and my dad that live here so it's a man cave.”
    “I don't care, but you should tell your dad I’m coming over.”
    “He's not coming home. He mostly stays with his girlfriend in Lancaster.”
    I grabbed all my things and jumped out the truck. “Don't be silly, Christian. My house is really messy too and you've been over.”
    “But, your home is girl messy, mine isn't...”
    I walked up to the front door and accidentally hit it open while Christian was getting the rest of my stuff. He was just a statistic waiting to be killed. I just did not understand why people did not lock their doors.
    I peeked inside and my eyes grew large as the couches were covered in guns. I stepped back and closed the door to wait for him to let me inside.
    Christian hurried to the steps as the rain began to pour down heavier. “You can go inside. It's open.”
    “Um, are you sure I can come inside?”
    “Uh, yes.”
    I bumped the door with my hip and walked inside with curious eyes. I searched the home and it was like a man's paradise—guns, booze, and a big flat screen television. I put my stuff on a chair and looked at Christian.
    “Our family collects guns,” he said. “I'll move them. Don't touch them, Leanna. Some are loaded.”
    I walked over to the wall where he had family photos. “If you don't mind me asking, but what happened to your mom?”
    “I don't know.”
    “Huh?”
    “She disappeared ten years ago. Well, she did not disappear, but she left our family for a new family. It's just drama I would rather not talk about.”
    I sat on a wooden chair as Christian took his guns to the back room. I could not stop myself from thinking about the Riverbed gang and how they said both murders were a result from a gun. However, that could have been anyone in town. Everyone had a gun in this town, even if it was not a legal one. On my thirteenth birthday, Mama gave me a gun. Guns were like keys, everyone owned a few.
    “You know I heard that Mrs. Carol died from a gun wound,” I said as he walked back into the living room. “What do you think?”
    “And?” he snapped.
    “I'm just wondering if you heard anything new.”
    “People are saying they heard the gun shot at noon. Some are even saying they saw a person with a ball shape under their arm walking down the street.”
    “So?”
    “A round shape...a head. Duh,” he teased.
    “That doesn't really prove much,” I smirked.
    “Some think she was decapitated and others think someone slit her throat and sold her blood to the black market.”
    “People will always gossip though.”
    As soon as the couch was cleared, I yanked my shoes off and stretched across the couch. I covered myself in my zebra print blanket and waited for Christian to come back so he could turn the television on.
    He was gone for a good ten minutes and it made me wonder what he was doing. I got up from the cozy leather couch, and tip-toed into the kitchen where pounds and pounds of raw meat were on the counter. I poked the meat with a pen and blood squirted onto the tile floor.
    I peaked out the sliding door that led to the backyard and all I could see was a chair about to blow away in the storm. I thought about saving the chair, but I might have blown away in the wind.
    Next, I turned around to the halls and mesmerized the wooden floor. It was a long hall and I was afraid because I did not hear Christian. I continued to walk and passed by a room that was slightly open. I peaked inside and the room was covered in plastic. I stared harder, squinting my eyes to get a clearer picture.
    “Leanna?”
    “Ah!” I screamed and clawed Christian’s right cheek with my nails.