I couldn't even file though my emotions in the ten minutes that Lyle had left. The panic was there simmering in the pit of my stomach like a bubbling cauldron. How was I supposed to feel? My whole life was falling to pieces. I think I was still in shock. Changing my clothes to a pair of jeans and simple t-shirt I reluctantly placed the gun into the back of my trousers and the phone into my pocket.
I legit googled how to fire a gun, I had never even been around one until I met Lyle and I didn't want to accidentally shoot myself, you hear horror stories all the time.
I had to get out of the room. Lyle would be fine, I needed to believe that. It was my father I had to worry about right now.
"Lyle is going to kill me for this." I whispered going into the kitchen.
My hands were shaking as
