EERIE LOVE

☽ ITᔕ ᑎOT ᖴᑌᑎᑎY ☾

I still can't fully process the the fact that I'm about to rob someone and possibly walk out of the house a murderer. The fact that Jason would be so selfish and drag me into this situation makes my blood boil. So instead of letting my anger out on Jason I'll just channel that energy into killing people only if I need to.

"If that what helps you doll to stay alive tonight then do it."

You know as much as I'm around Jason I really need to remember that he can hear my thoughts.

"Yeah you really do" Jason said smiling

"I actually do have a good memory Jase it's just-"

"Shhh"

I knew Jason wouldn't shush me if he didn't hear anything that was a threat so I stayed quiet and stayed close to Jason.

"Follow me and mimic everything I do. Okay doll?"

"Yes Jase"

By that time we had reached the front door of the house, Jason had knocked on the door and we waited a few minutes before someone answered the door. A man had answered the door about my age but I only got a chance to look at him for a second before Jason had shot him in the head. I was morbidly shocked but I wasn't about to get killed so I stayed close to Jason, we walked a few steps before he stopped and heard footsteps and murmurs. Jason just walked into the living room with me close enough to him to practically be his shadow.

"Jason what the ғυcĸ are you doing here?!"

A man or should I say a boy that looked about fourteen was in the living room with a bunch of other teenagers. He had dark curly hair, a black shirt and white basket ball shorts.

"Money. Where is it?"

"Who ғυcĸιng cares about the money Jason! Where have you been for the past four years of my life? We all have been looking all over for you. I looked up to you Jason you helped me become the cold нearтleѕѕ monster I am today in order to stay in this gang."

"I ғυcĸιng care about the money! That's the ơŋƖყ reason I'm ғυcĸιng here."

"We saw what happen to you on the news, we knew you were killed. So how the ғυcĸ can you be alive right now?!"

I didn't know Jason had a gang I always thought he was a one man show and didn't like people, except for me of course. Can they seriously cut it down on the cussing?!

"Sorry Lana"

"It's okay Jase"

"Who the ғυcĸ is that"

"My girlfriend who I love very much, now stop looking at her like she's a piece of meat. She's mine. So I'm going to ask you one more time, where's my ten million dollars?!"

"It's in your old room, now how did you come back from the ғυcĸιng dead?!"

This kid really needs to watch his language I'm getting to the point where I want to kill him.

Jason grabbed my hand and dragged my up the stairs to his old room, the room had all black furniture just like his house and looked almost identical from the room he has now. In the corner of the room were two large suitcases which I assumed was Jason's ten million dollars. Jason opened the suitcases to reveal only five hundred dollar bills and checked the other one.

"Please carry the other suitcase downstairs doll."

"Okay"

Jason and I walked downstairs with the suitcases in our hand, and were about to walk out the door until that curly haired kid walked in front of us with a gun. He aimed it straight at me.