Chapter 11: "Wilbur?..."

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As Jared waved Wilbur off, he couldn't help but feel something was off. Something mad him seem slightly suspicious of his boyfriend. Maybe it was that he just attacked someone. Or maybe it was the look of insanity in his eyes as he walked off and the smirk, plastered across his face as he took out his phone. Either way, Jared brushed it off thinking that it was just his imagination.

The Tall Brunnete walked to his couch and sat down on its foamy surface. While putting of the TV, he couldn't help but feel odd. Like he had to go out to the older boy's house. Or maybe it was the allyway, separating the two boys houses. He tried to leave the thought alone but it just came back, pestering and pestering the Jared until he couldn't take it no more.

Immediately, he grabbed his keys and unlocked the door. Throwing the keys into his pocket, he walked a small length to Wilbur's house and knocked on the door. The door opened as if it was unlocked. Maybe that's because it was. He ran to the allyway and saw a man in dark clothes. He couldn't make out any of his details apart from a yellow jumper. The dead body of his ex layed there, motionless. Her boddy was messed up from being beaten so much. It seemed he had somehow cut her open..Maybe with a pocket knife. Her snake eyes had gone white.

A voice came from the entrance of the alleyway.

"Wilbur?..."

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