Jack
I stood in the dark alley way, waiting for my next client. I could feel the cool metal against my hot skin. I couldn't help but sweat and feel nervous. Who wouldn't be with a gun tucked in their pants. Nate would kill me if I lost his gun. I'm sure Dillon would kill him, considering it was probably his. I mean, whatever, since when am I scared? For fuck's sakes, I'm Jack Gilinsky. I don't get scared.
Although, it sorta freaked me out a bit that I hadn't met Dillon, yet. I mean, I was holding a guy's gun that I have never met before. It also freaked me out that Nate had just happened to be with our waitress from earlier today. The one who knew my name. The one who I sold to a few days ago.
I lost myself in my thoughts, and I lost track of time. I must've been waiting for at least half an hour. Fuck him. I'm leaving.
I stepped away from the brick wall and was about to step away, but then I felt something. Something cool, recognizable, and pressed against the back of my head. Metal. I immediately gripped my own gun and took it out. I could feel my heart beat accelerating. What have I gotten myself into?
"Turn around." I heard a familiar voice say. I slowly turned around, his gun now facing my forehead. I looked at the dude, recognizing the white hair. It was the same guy that I had first sold to. My first deal.
"Who are you?" I gulped. He smiled maliciously, and I couldn't help but think about if he realized I had a gun or not.
"The ennemi." He smiled.
"Were you supposed to be my customer?" I asked, feeling my hands shake.
"There never was a customer." He stepped a little closer.
"Look, whatever I've done, I'm sure we can work it out. I'm sorry I'm on your territory, but-"
"Sorry, kid." He said, even though I'm sure we're the same age. I felt tears pool in my eyes and I quickly blinked them away. This is not the time to be crying. "Boss's orders."
"What the fuck did I do?" I yelled, my voice echoing in the empty hall way. He took a step back at my sudden commotion, the gun no longer on me.
"Apparently, everything." He said, and I watched him pull the trigger. It all felt in slow motion, and I somehow knew what to do.
I hit his arm, causing the bullet to go flying in the air. I dodged him, incase he was preparing another shot, and raised my very own weapon. I closed my eyes and I jumped behind a dumpster, and pulled the trigger aimlessly. I don't think I actually shot him, perhaps just scared him. I kept my eyes closed as I ducked behind the dumpster. I heard a soft groan and a loud thud against the ground. I opened my eyes and took a peak. My eyes widened at the sight. There he laid, the white haired boy, blood pooling from his left side. I gasped and quickly hid myself once more. I tried taking deep breaths, but they came out short and rapid.
I have killed a man, I thought. Well, I shot him. I'm not sure if he's dead. I sighed, knowing I need to check.
I crawled out from my hiding spot, and stood up. I slowly walked over to him. His eyes were closed and his chest didn't seem to be moving. I bit the inside of my lip, trying not to cry. What the fuck have I done? I knelt down, gently poking his rib cage. No reaction. What the hell do I do?
I started to think of everything I could do. It was self-defence, but I still killed him. I ran my hands through my hair. How the fuck do I tell Erica? Should I not tell her? Should I tell Nate? Johnson? Anyone?
Speaking of telling them, my phone bleeped. Who the fuck would call me at 2 in the morning on a Thursday night? I wiped my eyes and pulled out my phone, hoping it would distract me. I desperately needed distraction from what's going on.
One new message, it blinked. I opened it up and wiped away the tears that had fallen onto the screen.
Unknown:
You hurt our territory, now we'll hurt yours.
And included, was the picture of Erica and I, hand in hand, walking into the cafe for lunch.
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i'm sorry that this was so poorly written :( idk i might rewrite it but wtv I just wanted to get it up for you guys. i hope you get where this is going.... i love you guys and fo real leave comments! what do you guys think is going to happen? Let me know!!!
also, #AlwaysInOurHeartsZaynMalik ... this is so weird bc I used to be a zayn girl before I came accross jack and jack.... woah man.
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