John

John, suspecting it to be a drunk John at the door, opens a drawer and grabs a well detailed but fake revolver a friend had given him.

John opens the door, face-to-face with John. "What do you want?" He sneers, scowling.

Let me talk to Doe! John demands.

Doe shutters at the sound of John's voice, and slips out of her room and hides at the top of the stairs so she can hear.

"Go away! She doesn't want to talk to or see you again." John snaps.

"Let me talk to Doe!" John demands again, trying to push past John, his breath wreaking of ****.

"No!" John says, pushing back. "You don't deserve to talk to her. You treat her like shit and I won't let you in my house."

"Ha! Who are you to talk? She lives here, too. If she doesn't want to talk to me, let her come tell me herself." John balls his fist, Doe crouches in the upstairs hallway, shaking with fear.

John begins to push his way into the house again, John grabs the gun from behind him and holds it where John can see. Staring John in the eye, he says "don't you dare set foot inside my house. A beautiful girl like Doe deserves someone so much better than you. I know what you do. You go out, flirt with girls, and then go back and **** Doe. Get out and don't come back."

John looks down at the gun. In his **** state, he can't tell if it's real or fake.

"You wouldn't do anything with that. It's probably not even real. I'm sure Doe would have told me if a dork like you had a gun." John laughs.

"It could be real, or it could be fake. If you set foot in my house, I have the right to use it. The question is, are you going to stick around long enough to find out." John pulls back the hammer, determination in his voice.

John turns to walk away, but looks back. "You'll go to bed sometime. I'll be back, when you're not here to be her little protector." John turns around again and stumbles back to his truck.

John locks the door, and then turns around to go upstairs. When he reaches the top of the stairs, he sees Doe in her spot at the top of the stairs. He turns to her, and she gives him a look of "thank you."

"Why don't you go take a shower? That will make you feel better." John says to her, with a slight smile. "I think I may do the same. Then we can watch a movie or play cards or something. Sound good?" He asks, with a reassurance in his voice.

"Yeah, it does." Doe replies softly, fear in her voice.