Gun Point

Chapter 3

It had been a month since I had been let out of the hospital, and I was living with Jake's family. It had taken a bit of getting used to, but once I did, it felt normal. I actually got my hair cut shorter, barely covering my ears. I started talking to more people at school. Especially Jess. She was nice and cute. 

They let me stay in the guest bedroom. They got me a new bed, dresser, even my own TV. Kinda crazy. It wasn't as packed as Jake's, but I liked it. It felt... normal, at least compared to what I had living with Ken. Clean.

I pulled out the magazines I stole on the way back from school. It's not that I didn't have the money, it's that a 15 year old buying 5 explicit magazines was a bit of attention I didn't want to have. Speaking of attention, me being shot had calmed down. I still thought about it a bit, but not as much as before. It was probably just some psychopath that wanted to kill some people to let out some frustration. 

I started flipping through the pages when there was a knock at the door. "Ya?" I said, quickly shoving the magazines back in my backpack. 

The door opened, and Jake walked through. His hair was longer than mine now. It was dirty blond, neck length. I heard his grandpa complaining about it here and there, saying stuff like it's too long. It didn't bother him, though.

"You got the magazines?" He said as he closed the door. I gave a slight sigh of relief. If Allen or Bella found out about the magazines we were both dead.

"Ya, got them right here," I said, pulling them out from the bag. 

"Sweet," He said, pulling one out of my hand before sitting on his chair. "Hey, I got something to ask."

"Ya?"

"You ever found out who that guy that came to visit you in the hospital was?" I froze. I hadn't given that much thought since I got out of the hospital. I mean, on top of everything, there wasn't much room to think about anything regarding that. 

"No," I said after a moment. Now that I think about it again, it does seem suspicious. 

"Hm. Have you even tried finding out?" He asked, looking up from his magazine.

Before I could respond, there was a knock on the door, we hurriedly put the magazines away before the door opened. "There's a letter for you, Han," Bella said, peeking her head through.

"Really?" I said, trying to shove the rest of the magazine away without her realizing, not thinking much about what she said.

"Ya, it has your name right here," She said, pointing at it. I looked at it, and sure enough, Han Zeke, right there on the front, hurriedly scribbled on.

"Thanks," I said, grabbing it. She walked out of the room. 

I opened the letter, and Jake asked, "What's it say?"

I read it, and said it out loud.

"Hi."

Silence.

"That's it?" He asked, looking at me funny. 

"Yep." I turned it over, seeing if there was anything on the back. Blank.

Jake took it from my hands, reading it for himself. "That's weird," He said, staring at it. "Who do you think it's from?"

"Don't know," I said, but deep, deep down, without even realizing it, I did know. 

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Me and Jake were leaving his house to go to my old place. I'd left an old movie there that we wanted to watch. We would just sneak in there, get the movie if it was still there, and leave. We were walking through the old alley when the smell hit us. But this time it was way worse than the last time I was here, which was before Ken got killed.