Ours- Yandere!Logicality, Book 3 (Sanders Sides)

= CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE - My Parents Are Weirder Than I Thought (JOE) =

:January 16th, XX47; Thursday.

:BIG TWIST.

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Joe glanced towards the kitchen as his dad pulled his father in there, the two beginning to talk in low, hushed voices. He just stayed laying on the couch, picking at the fabric beneath his hands.

So much had happened in the past twelve hours- his random, stupid thoughts about maybe stabbing his best friend through the heart with a pair of scissors had turned into thoughts about definitely doing said thing, and sadly, Joe had listened to them. Now, Sage was probably off at school, either telling everyone what he had done or forcing himself to stay quiet. And to make it even worse, Remy had very suddenly blocked his number.

He discovered the latter that morning- all he wanted to know was what his parents were talking about. But the messages he sent wouldn't deliver, and when he tried to call him, the phone hung up itself after one ring. All signs of being blocked. So... that was what had happened.

Of course, Remy had ghosted him in the past. Maybe they'd talk again. Emile was the type of person that would at least try to reach out to Joe and tell him everything was going to be okay and that neither of them were pissed at him, right? Surely they weren't mad at him. And Emile was a therapist- plus, if he could go and marry Remy he'd understand Joe's emotions. Or maybe Joe just had to get Sage to talk to him and then they'd all be friends again.

...No, that wouldn't work. Sage wasn't in the wrong. If Sage never wanted to talk to Joe again, then that was what Joe deserved for stabbing him through the heart with a pair of scissors.

Maybe Joe could go and find his dead, yet non-murderous uncle. Or- was he non-murderous? He sure didn't seem to like Remy, but that was because Remy killed him. Had Janus ever murdered anyone when he was alive?

Joe looked to his parents, still talking in the kitchen. They told him one new thing today, and he was grateful for it, but still Joe suspected he'd never know much else.

With a sigh, he realized that he hadn't even yet gotten his breakfast, because that was still being made- in the kitchen. Maybe he could ask them what they were talking about when he went to get it. So, he decided on just that.

"Is everything okay?" Were the words he chose to use as he entered into the room. "What's going on?" His parents stopped talking and looked at him, his father's face blank but his dad's uncertain.

"...It's complicated, Joe. Your father might have to stay home from work for longer than we thought."

"Or perhaps I'll go to jail..." Joe's father muttered. Joe coughed.

"Woah- what?!"

"You're not going to jail, Logan, it's okay."

"What the hell is going on?"

If both of his parents had killed someone... wow, that would just be something.

His father sighed, and looked at his dad, who stared sympathetically- empathetically?- back.

"...You might as well tell him, honey."

"Alright. I suppose so," Joe's father cleared his throat. "Uhm... son. You know who Rachel is, correct? My mother?"

"My only grandparent that I don't call a grandparent? Uh, yeah, why?"

"I killed her."

"...O-Oh."

"I-" He sighed, again. "I'm sorry, that was very forward of me. Perhaps I should explain myself?"

"No, no, you don't have to, it's- fine. It's fine."