Alone With Company

I'm about to be given the third degree, wasn't I? The red flags were all there, fluttering wildly in a thunderstorm of danger. 

Call me crazy, but I don't think daddy just simply heading to the store real quick was really his true intention here. I mean, the daughter's boyfriend and the doting father shoved in one place all on their own? 

No one was around to interrupt, and no one present to intervene. Mr. Collins might as well be twirling the trigger of a revolver by the way he was spinning Amanda's car key around his finger in wait. 

I know what he was trying to do, and he knows that I know too, and as such, we also both know that there was nothing I could do. I'm the boyfriend eager to please in this predicament, the hell was I gonna do—say no?

Whoosh the trigger twirled and spun… the hammer cocked back… barrel pointing forward… ready to fire…

Faintly, my stiff knees gave a crack, slowly rising to my feet.