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Show 115 watched Erin open the fruit pie and arc it from her shopping bag to her mouth and knew something was wrong with that movement. They moved closer. I was home watching TV when she opened the door, shaking, with blood on her face but too angry and ashamed to tell the story. She locked herself in her room and told me to fuck off and leave her alone. The shame of the beating turned something in her head. The next day she walked down to Joe's Pawn Shop and picked up the cheapest gun she could find, a Hi-Point compact 9mm for $79 dollars. She knew she would need that money in New York, but she told herself she would feel better in her new life if she took care of loose ends in the old one. Erin had learned a thing or two about shooting from her dad and in scouts. She knew there was a lot of harm you could do with a 9 mm if you pointed it right. She carried the gun around with her in her bag the next day, surprised by how light it was. It was comforting to have it, but even though she knew how to use the safety, Erin found herself worrying that she would set her bag down and shoot herself or someone else accidentally. In the bathroom at work, she pulled the gun out and looked at it. It was black but the color was fading. There were three metal studs on the trigger. It looked like a cute accessory more than anything fierce. Erin liked that about it. |