Page 4 of Doormat
Chapter Two
“Do I need to go andwarn Dad that you’re practicing and you could start war amongst the mafia?”Enzo Jr., her brother, asked.He had come into the gun range their father had built on his property.
Loading up the shotgun, she locked and loaded it, aimed the barrel, and fired.She had been practicing how to fire weapons since she was five years old.Her father kept several cases locked in the house, but he felt it was important for even his daughter and his wife to learn to shoot.She had vague memories of shooting with her mother.Being taught the safety, and learning how to aim.Even after her mother passed, she still came to learn.It felt important for her to do so.
This morning, she had left her room, snuck out, and come straight to the gun range.She had lost count on the amount of ammo she had used.She just liked to keep practicing.
“Do you want to get shot in the leg?”Liana asked.
Enzo Jr.put his hands up in surrender.“You don’t usually come out here and shoot, unless you’re mad as hell or need to think.”
“Yeah, well, you know why I came home last night, so you can guess.”
“You’re mad as hell, and the truth is, you wished you were shooting at your loved one.”
“Diego is not my loved one.”
“He’s your husband.”
She loaded up the shotgun, looked down the barrel, and fired once, then twice.“He doesn’t love me and I don’t love him.”
“I thought women were supposed to like ...read into shit, and signals and all that?”
Liana turned the gun toward her brother.“Do you want me to shoot you as well?”
Enzo Jr.didn’t even flinch.Instead, he laughed.“Please, you would be so upset if you actually shot me.You’d probably cry, because you know Dad would be pissed.It would show a lack of gun safety.”
She turned back to the aiming board, and then put the gun down.
“Do you want to kill Diego?”he asked.
“No.”
“That’s good.That means you have resolved your anger issues.”
“I want a divorce,” she said.That was all she wanted, for them to go their separate ways.It was the only logical solution she could see for them.
“A divorce?”
She turned to look at her brother, who seemed incredulous at what she had just said.“What?”
