The loud bang of a gun erupted from upstairs as Pete reached for his third glass of wine. Three people screamed and the kids came running into Andy's living room to see what had made that noise. "Where's Patrick?" Pete asked himself and gazed around for his husband. Nobody answered and Andy ran up to his bedroom, it was a gun and the only guns in his house where in his closet. "Fuck!" Everyone heard Andy scream from upstairs, Pete pushed his crowd of friends that were trying to get upstairs and sprinted to Andy's bedroom. Andy was staring into his closet with both hands covering his mouth and tears running down his cheeks. Pete crashed against the door and stumbled over to the closet where his husband was laying, surrounded in his own blood and a gun wound in his forehead, gushing blood.