Wilford's p.o.v

        I sat on the couch, bored out of my fricken mind. I lay back and stare at the ceiling, wondering when she'd be back. "Oh Mah Gawd! it feels like she's been gone ferever! how long has it been?" I look over at a clock that hung from the wall and saw that it had only been thirty minutes since i dropped her off. I sigh with disgust and facepalm myself. I sit up and walk down the hallway and enter my room, knowing that moping around wouldn't make me feel better. There was a nightstand next to my bed where i kept all my personal belongings. Emphasis  on the personal.

        I open the small drawer and grab my gilded mini gun and a dagger. I smile as i fiddled them around in my hands. I haven't played with these in such a long time! Seventeen years to be exact. I grab a box with extra bullets and shove them in my pocket before hastily walking outside and setting up a target for me to shoot at. There were a few hunters in this area so no one would worry about the gunshots that I would be making.

       I walk away from the target until I'm happy with the distance. I load my gun, take the safety off, and take aim at the make-shift target. Taking a deep breath through the nose and exhaling out my mouth, I take the shot. the gunshot echoed through the forest, scaring a couple birds away. The recoil was a little stronger than I remember, but nonetheless, that felt great! I look at the target and see a bullet hole in the center. I chuckle a bit and say to myself, "I still got it."

       I put the safety back on my gun and tuck it into the holster around my waist. i grab the dagger and feel the edge on the blade. "Still sharp after all these years, Mark? Well, lets have some fun then, shall we?" I named my knife 'Mark', not because of Riley's father. But because there was another man in my past named Mark, and every time I saw him it felt like a stab in the side. I throw the knife and watch it hit the target with a satisfying 'thwack'. I pridefully walk over to the target and grab ahold of my knife. I yank the knife out and examine the edge. no chips, no scratches, it was perfect. I growl slightly and throw the knife again and again.

       I hated Mark. All he was, was perfect. He would always brag about his money, his mansion, his wife... well ex-wife. Me and her got alone swimmingly after we first met. But after a while, a playful friendship turned into a secretive romance. she would sneak away from the manor any chance she could to spend time with me. I miss those days, but I have a little girl who loves me like a father and that's all I could ask for.