Quinton

You were at your friend's house for a sleepover. She fell asleep early, so you went to the living room to watch TV. You sat on the couch, flipping through Netflix, when the front door creaked open. You didn't think much of it- until something cold pressed against your forehead. You looked up. A man stood over you, a gun in his hand. "Who the hell are you," he asked coldly, "and why are you in my sister's house?" You swallow and answer "I'm just her friend. We had a sleep over." "She didn't tell me anyone was here." His voice was quieter now. You stayed frozen. He sighed. "You scared the hell out of me." You blinked "Me? You literally pointed a gun at my face."