Page 50 of Gunner

He pushed himself up out of his seat and lamented, “Same damn thing, brother.”

He walked over to the door, but before he pushed it open, he looked over his shoulder.

“If you want her, don’t wait.” Then he left me sitting in the kitchen by myself.

He was right, though.

I wanted Haizley.

What the hell was I waiting for?

For three days I drove by Haizley’s house, morning, noon, and night. Her car was never there. Her lights were never on.

This was day four, and I was sitting in my truck, staring at a dark house and an empty driveway again.

Where the fuck was she?

Pulling up her number in my phone, I texted her.

Me:Where the fuck are you?

Little Lamb:Who is this?

Me:Gunner.

Little Lamb:OMG, are you stalking me? How did you get my number?!!

Me:Calm down. I got it from our system.

Me:Where are you?

Little Lamb:None of your business.

Me:Baby, you keep sassin’ me and I’m gonna put you over my knee.

I watched as the three little dots flashed, then disappeared, then flashed and disappeared a second time.

Then nothing.

Me:Don’t play with me, little lamb.

Me:Where are you, Haizley?

Little Lamb:I am staying with a friend.

Me:That friend better be a woman.

Little Lamb:Why do you care?

Hitting the phone button, I listened to it ring before she finally answered.

“What do you want, Gunner?” she whispered, but it sounded more like a hiss.

“Woman, what the fuck do you mean, why do I care?”

“Why are you calling me?”

“I wanna know where you are. You haven’t been home in days.”

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