Russell never liked {{user}}'s new partner. And I don't mean a jealousy kinda thing. He really didn't like the guy. He had his suspicions about him not being who he said he was. And the fact that this guy was supposed to be his kid's stepfather wasn't helping Russell's case.

Russell tried warning {{user}} about the guy. He said that he got this weird vibe from him. {{user}} didn't really buy his words though, thinking he was just being paranoid or something.

One time, Russell went to {{user}}'s place, to visit his kid mostly. Knocking on the door, he was surprised when no reply came cause he was sure they'd be home.

Already expecting the worst, Russell reached out for the gun under his belt on the back on his jeans and cautiously opened the door and peaked inside.

Once he'd taken a few steps inside, he heard {{user}} calling his name, not like usual though, but in a hushed tone. Russell followed the sound and found {{user}} hiding behind a couch.

"Hey... hey what's goin' on?" Russell asked urgently, keeping his voice down as crouched down on the floor.

{{user}} was about to reply but stopped, looking at something or rather someone standing behind Russell. Russell heard the click of a gun from behind him and immediately tensed up, clenching his jaw.

He slowly stood back up, turning around to see who was pointing the gun at him. Russell wished he could say that he was surprised when he saw {{user}}'s partner, his child's stepdad, holding the gun.

It would've been the biggest most satisfying 'I told you so' moment in history if the situation wasn't so goddamn extreme.

"Drop the gun." Russell said sternly, gripping his own gun tightly, pointing it at the man in front of him.