I was uneasy the whole rest of grocery shopping. Malina never noticed how anxious I was, which was surprising because my legs were shaking with adrenaline.
Once me and Malina got to the car, she looked at me.
"Something's going on." Malina said, an extremely serious expression on her face.
I sighed. I should tell her. "Um, Emilie...she was kind of...flirting with me." Malina's eyes widened, and her jaw dropped.
"Flirting with you?"
"Y-yeah," I stammered.
"Oh, I know that Emilie. She used to do that in high school."
"Do what?" I asked, curious.
"She used to steal everyone's boyfriends. Not me, though. I didn't really have boyfriends in high school." Malina explained.
"Jeez," I replied. "Anyways, I won't ever be interested in her. I already have the love of my life." I pecked Malina on the cheek, and she blushed.
When we got home, I helped Malina carry the grocery bags in. Once we got settled, we sat in silence. I was started to get really drowsy, even thought it's only six o'clock.
I eventually drifted into a two hour long nap.
When I opened my eyes, I was tied to a chair.
I was in a room I didn't recognize. Then, a silhouette of blonde hair showed in front of me. Emilie.
My eyes widened, and I tried to wiggle out of the chair.
"Stop," Emily said sternly. "We need to talk."
"Where's Malina?" I asked, ignoring what Emilie had just said.
"Oh yeah. Malina this, Malina that. This isn't about her." Emilie responded.
"Where. Is. She?" I demanded.
"I'm not in love with you," Emilie blurted out, ignoring my question. "I've been faking my flirts."
"Um, and...why would you do that?" I asked, confused.
Just then, Emilie broke down crying.
"Okay, the truth is..." Emilie was trying to hide her choked up voice. "Malina's dad threatened me to flirt with you and try to split you and Malina up. He said if I don't do it, he will murder me."
My eyes widened. I couldn't believe it.
"Shhh," Emilie murmured, and ran away. I heard faint footsteps coming toward me.
"Oh god," I whispered to myself. It was Malina's dad. He had a butcher knife in his hand.
He stood there without a word, gazing at me.
Then, a silhouette walked up behind Malina's dad. She had wavy hair, and was slim. Yup, that's Malina.
She took the knife out of his hand, and punched him onto the ground.
Once Malina looked up, she whimpered in guilt, and ran over to me.
"Did he do anything to you?!" Malina asked, her voice shaky.
"N-no," I stammered.
Malina untied me from the chair, and I stood up, nearly tipping over.
Malina pulled something out of her pocket. It was a gun. She handed it to me.
"Finish him," She nodded toward her dad.
"No," I denied. "that's your father."
"I know that, but he wants to kill you! If anyone hurts the love of my life, they turn into a piece of shit on the street." My cheeks turned blood red.
"...Okay." I said. "Go ahead and look for Emilie. All along she was flirting with me because she was threatened by your dad to help him split us up." Malina's jaw dropped, then she nodded, and ran off.
I paused for a moment, and took a deep breath.
It's self defense.
I aimed the gun at Malina's dad, and closed my eyes.
Boom.