SHUT DOWN | JENLISA

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Jennie

It wasn't a creaking sound that alerted me but a soft breeze that tickled the back of my neck and ears. I stayed hidden underneath the covers, and as soon as the breeze hit me, it vanished.

Either she came in from my bedroom window or the bathroom window. Either way, she was in my room. I wouldn't know where exactly since the lights were off and I was pretending to sleep, but goose bumps erupted all over my body at the sound of her exhale.

It was what gave her away the last time round, and I didn't hold my breath to alert her but kept my breathing the same.

If I were Lisa, I'd want to know if my dogs were in the room, but the lack of barking gave it away. The second thing I'd want to know was if anyone else was in the room.

The minute that passed felt like the longest sixty seconds of my life. I felt a hand reach for the top of my blanket and tug it down so slowly. My body went into full attack mode as I reached for the gun from my front pocket and hit her across the face with it.

She let out a grunt of pain, and I got off the bed and turned on the lights. Lisa stood there with a busted lip in a full black outfit. She rubbed her face and narrowed her eyes at me.

"I thought I told you not to sneak into my room again!"

"I'm not here to watch you undress like your fucking creepy cousins!" She sneered arrogantly.

My eyes went wide at her words. Ammunition. And I gave that to her to weaken me.

"You fucking bastard!" I had the gun aimed at her but kept my distance. "What do you want?"

"Let's not play this game anymore. I know you know who I am."

"Yes, a dirty fucking pig!" I spat. "You're going to die like how all pigs die. I'm going to fucking slaughter you!"

She lunged towards me at the speed of light, and I was able to get one bullet to pierce through her shoulder. As if I hadn't just shot her, she slammed me into the wall, and the gun dropped out of my hand.

The lamp on the bedside table shook next to me, and I reached for it and smashed it on the top of her head. I brought my knee up and kneaded her in the balls before kicking her off of me.

Her hand circled my ankle, and she pulled back, causing me to fall down on the ground. I bit back a shout of pain, and she hurried to climb on top of me. Her hands came around my throat, and she choked me. I gasped, and my eyesight became blurry, but I could still see her above me. I reached for the knife from my ankle and shoved it into her side.

She shouted in pain, and her hands dropped for a moment, and I used all the strength I could muster up to push her off my body. I crawled backwards, my breathing coming in short and staggering breaths.

As if I didn't just stab the fucker, Lisa came and kicked the knife right out of my hand, injuring my fingers along the way from the brute force. She reached for my shirt and yanked me forcefully off the ground.

We were face-to-face, and it was this small moment where we just stared into each other's eyes and contemplated what the hell we were doing.