As it became afternoon, I spotted Marie walking back to my room. I walked straight over to her still carrying the gun in from the pool area.
“So, that was gunshots I heard earlier?” Marie asked referring to my target practicing.
I looked down at the gun I was still holding, which Alex had given to me. I had no idea where to put it or what to do with it now that it was ‘loaned’ to me.
“Yeah.” I simply stated to her look of shock. “My bodyguard has given me a gun.”
“Umm. Right.” She commented with her hazel eyes wide.
“Yeah. I don’t know what to think about it either.” I said truthfully.
While I loved shooting the apples and found that fun, I was not about to treat this gun as what it really was, a device designed for a particular purpose: a device that could take a life. To me it
