With an audible gulp, I turn around to face an enraged Danny standing behind me with a gun aimed at my head, blocking my only escape.
“Danny, why did you take the gun out of the volt?” I ask carefully, my gaze focusing on his hands holding the gun, shaking. “I came to talk to you bro”
“Don’t you ever call me brother, you dirty faggot!” My eyes snap up to meet his wide with rage, pupil’s a deep red.
Wait red…?
“Get out of my house… now!”
I flinch at the hate and disgust in his