Chapter Eighty

ELENA

I was shaking when I saw the gun. Jason seemed shocked too, but was handling the whole scenero better than I was as he carefully picked it up and placed it on the counter.

When he had asked if I had ordered for anything to be delivered to the house, my heart had suddenly skipped, because, the last time, it had been a prank. And I had heard a lot of scarey stories about things like that, abd Joe they ended badly almost all the time.

But sending a gun, was going way too far, even for a prankster.

First, someone had done to rob my parents, and barely twenty four hours later, we had seen a gun in front of the house.

"Maybe you should call the police." I suggested, looking at Jason, who was just staring hard at the gun. A thunderous expression on his handsome face.

"I really don't understand. Like, u don't know what to make of this. This is like the most unusual shit I have ever encountered in my entire life." He said, frowning.

We heard the door, open and close, at the same, causing