Page 26 of Unravelling The Beast

I stroll out of my bedroom and up the corridor, but I notice very quickly that the house is dead silent.

I pause for a while at his bedroom door, nerves running through me, before taking a deep breath and knocking on his door.

When I don't hear an answer, I cautiously glance behind me down the long corridor before opening his bedroom door and peering inside.

"Arlo?"

I instantly see he isn't actually home yet, so I consider doing this myself and getting out of here. I look over at the same table he was at the night before and see that all of his tattooing supplies are still there.

I shuffle forward, untying my robe, before reaching down and attempting to do my best.

As I finish up and prepare to go, I hear a beeping sound coming from behind the door that he entered last night.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I go towards it until I come to a stop in front of it, scanning for a handle that I can't find. I press hard on the door, and it suddenly clicks open.

I pull on the door, but there is nothing but darkness. Taking a slow, wide-eyed stride forward, the bright lights turn on automatically, temporarily blinding me.

When my eyes have adjusted, shock hits me as I look around the small area. It's a fucking arms room, and the walls are covered in various varieties of guns, knives, and other weapons.

In disbelief, I clap my hand over my mouth, my heart thumping in my chest as I glance around.

“What the fuck?”

Panic takes hold, and I quickly turn around to flee, but I come to a stop when I discover Arlo standing there, coldly staring at me from the doorway, blocking my path.Oh, fuck.

My shocked eyes travel down to the very obvious blood stain on his white shirt before meeting his eyesagain, and I force myself to swallow.

He takes a slow stride forward, his hands calmly in his pants pockets, and I take a cautious step back while I stutter.

"Is... is that blood on your shirt?"

As he continues to move forward, he keeps his dark eyes locked on mine and responds with clenched teeth.

"Will you ever learn to stay the fuck out of my space?"

His terrifying demeanor scares the shit out of me, but I manage to speak with caution.

"What... What is this place?"

"What in the fuck does it look like?"

He comes to a stop about a foot away from me, and I raise my chin.

"All of this here with your young son in the house?"

I know he didn't like what I just said because his nostrils flare and he raises his voice.

"That's exactly why it’s fucking here!"

I straighten up as a result of his forceful tone.

"And there's blood on your shirt? What kind of person are you?"

"A person you don't get to judge because you know fuck all about me."

"I think I know enough now."

He raises his chin in defiance as he observes me, now speaking calmly.

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