•Chapter 5•

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Look, A short chapter. I wanted this short so it could build more excitement. Hope you enjoy it!
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"I know you're home! Open the damn door Jimmy!"
Aron pounded on the guitarist's door with all of his strength and continued shouting. The door finally flew up and Aron pushed the taller, "the fuck is wrong with you!" Yuma started acting stupid, "hell you talking about cutie?" he said, cupping his hands over Aron's soft cheeks.
"Don't fucking touch me!" the Russian said slapping his hands away. His face grew furious, "Why! why would you do this?"
"Do what Aron? I didn't do anything."
"You burrowed my car to take Jorel's life!" The taller snickered and wrapped his arms around Aron's skinny waist, "I would never."
Aron got more furious and pushed Yuma on the floor, making a loud thud. "Don't fuck with me right now!"
"I didn't do anything Aron!"
Yes you did! You took my car, drove it to shoot Jay and now everyone thinks I did it! Confess now!"

"I'm not confessing! I didn't do it!" The taller stood up and pushed the smaller to the wall, making Aron feel scared. "You're just jealous aren't you! Knowing George has Jay and you can't have him! Now confess to that" he finished, dropping Aron to the floor. The smaller gasped and looked at the taller, "am not!" He stood up and headed to the door, only to be pulled back. "Where do you think you're going?" Yuma smirked evilly and threw Aron back, making Aron hit his head against the table.

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