As I walked into the house, I called Kim back knowing Vanessa was out.

"Chris! How could you forget?!"

"Forget what? Your brother just had me..."

"The fucking appointment! For the baby!"

I sat down on the couch feeling like my head was about to explode. All this stress was surely shaving years off my life. Kim wanted me to be there holding her hand during her ultrasound, but I wasn't feeling it. There was no guarantee I was the father, and honestly, I don't want anything to do with her right now. She was naive to believe that we would just fall back into our old patterns, and that I would somehow play daddy with her.

"Listen, I forgot and I'm sorry. Will called and I had to go..."

"I don't wanna hear that shit. I told you what you'd have to do a long time ago! By the way, it's a boy!"

She hung up. I stared at the phone, not really knowing what to do. What to think. Just as I closed my eyes, there was knock at the door.

I called out from the couch, "Who is it?"

"Will. Forgot to give you something."

Fuck. I can't get rid of this guy.

I opened the door and he brushed pass me as if it were his house.

He threw the paper bag down on the living room table.

"Why are you giving me this?" I asked, not really wanting to know the answer.

"I want you to keep this."

"For?"

"I'll be needing you to do some things for me."

Things? The thought of just killing him now ran across my mind.

"I'm sure you have many people that can do your bidding, I'm good..."

I picked up the bag, stretching my arm towards him.

Before I could blink, he pushed me against the wall, the bag dropped to the floor which was now decorated with dead presidents. He pushed the barrel of his gun against my right temple. Time stood still and I could only hear my heart racing.

The spit from his mouth flew onto my face as he yelled, "I am tired of you thinking that this is a fucking game! What I say goes! If I tell you to do anything the only word I want to hear is yes! If not, on everything I love...I swear I will kill you and everyone you love!"

If my bladder had a drop of pee in it, it would have been running down my leg. I was visibly shaking. Waiting for this moment to be over.

He slowly slid his gun back into the front of his jeans and pulled down his shirt. He smiled at me before walking out the door as if nothing ever happened.

I collapsed to the floor as tears began to fall from my eyes. Not only was I terrified, but I was angry. Frustrated. Feeling more helpless than ever before. He stripped me of my pride and dignity. My first order of business was to buy a gun. I wasn't sure how or when I would take Will's life, but it was evident that it had to be soon.