The Church Boy

Chapter 2

10:39 PM

TW MURDER MENTION, BLOOD, AND HARM

he sat and sat there sobbing, he instantly got an idea, "what if i killed my parents." his mind said, he shook his head no, but he just couldn't get it out of his head, then his friends, god no, thorns mind said, "but the suffer." thorn said whipping his tears in the mirror, he figured out how to do it and when to do it, he'll do it march 9th, chapter 9 for you guys.
he grabbed his mom's wallet, and went to the store to buy a pocket knife, and 2 guns, he already had a gun license for it, because his dad had took him out for gun practice.

he snuck back in thru his window and put the bag under his bed, he writed the plan down, and also hid that in the bag, he knew he had to have somewhere to flee to, "fuck." thorn said, beginning to drift off thinking, he layed down and thought the half of the day.

he decided to grab a mask and go to the front door, "where the fuck do you think your going?" thorns dad said, thorn saw his dad's shadow holding a beer and a bat, "out with cassie, mom said i could." thorn said, lying, "alright then, be back by 12." his dad said walking off, and thorn walked out, thorn walked toward where his treehouse was, and saw paper NAILED all over, he tore it down quickly and aput them in his pocket, he looked down at his vans to see them fucking covered in snow, he was slowly feeling the coldness melt thru his shoes.

"oh my fucking god." thorn continued walking, and saw a house in the distance, and took a picture, "i'll make sure to check that out.. sooner or later." thorn put his phone in his hoodie jacket, "hopefully that's not the only option.." he cringed, looking at the bashed windows, destroyed walls and roof, "doesn't look that safe, honestly." thorn said, turning around, walking through the snowy forest, he figured out the house a couple seconds away from his treehouse, was the only option.

he scoffed, and walked to a nearby store, got some orange fanta, and walked back home, he barely opened the front door to see what would happen, he sneaked back inside to grab a warmer, blanket, and pillow, he packed those in his bag, and walked back to the treehouse, he climbed the ladder to the tree house, and put the bag down.
he stared back at the corner, and saw the shuriken with blueish frozen finger prints, and the blood puddle dried up, into red ice.

12:30 AM

he decided to move on, and climb back down, he walked down the path of his footprints, and grabs some wood, around 10'000 pieces in his backpack, to make a decent bed frame, and an campfire, he cut up some wood and put it in his backpack, as he was walking back, he walked to his tree, and started building the bed frame, then went back down, and created a campfire, thorn decided to make a map of the town, so he wouldn't loose his treehouse, nor the creepy.. house thorn saw earlier.

1:00 Am

thorn heard his father call for him, he put the fire out in fear and ran into the deep woods, as he watched his father go to the treehouse and check all over, "fuck." thorn said, he knew where his treehouse was.
thorns father walked back out, but thorn wasn't that dumb, he knew his father was hiding infront of the trees, so he sat there and waited for his father to go back to the house, his father eventually went back, but thorn decided to check the creepy house out.