𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐈𝐒𝐇// 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐗𝐎𝐂

𝐥𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. ✭ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

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HEBREWS 9:12
He entered once for all into the holy places, not by means of the blood of goats and calves but by means of his own blood, thus securing eternal redemption.

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MARCH 26, 1986; CHANCE
8:34 - 9:12 p.m.

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-My Sweet Lord by George Harrison-
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"Put me down, Jason, God dammit! Lucas, help!" I screamed, thrashing in that vile boy's iron grip. He had me fixed over his shoulder moving like a robot. How could he dare show me an ounce of empathy? He was Carver. "Put me down! Put me down! Put me fucking down!" The yells I gave were turning increasingly into pleading begs the closer we got to leaving the Creel House. "Please, Jason! Please! Please!"

He didn't respond. It was like I was nothing more than a sack of flour.

After a bumpy journey down the stairs, he stole me through the threshold, breaking into a sprint the second he made it to the porch. His stomach was flush against the base of me. To this day, I have no idea how my captor breathed so calmly.

Maybe he had thought about this a hundred dozen times before. Maybe he fantasized about it. Maybe he had planned out every step in meticulous detail. Maybe he was just fucking crazy. Maybe that's why he did it.

I was a blubbering mess. Tears and snot spurted from my face. My sobs were similar to a school's broken faucet. I would start sentences without any idea how to finish them coherently.

The panic that swept through my body didn't allow me to do anything clearly. I mean that was obvious. Look at what I did to Tibby.

Tibby...sweet, sweet, Tibby. Tibby with her bunched-up socks and sneakers. Tibby with her gentle touch. Tibby with the silent smile. The girl who kept quiet and stuck to walls observing. Tibby who loved me.

She was on top of me. We had struggled. Then she brought out that boxcutter. I spouted out some shit. I kissed her. I let her fall into my arms and with an unconscious instinct, I jammed that blade into her.

Into my friend. Into my best friend.

I killed her.
I fucking killed her.
And he fucking saw it.

I couldn't let myself think of what horrors Jason had in store for me in penance.

The gravel crunched below his sneakers. He ran at a steady pace across it, heading near the playground. Because of this, my lungs bounced against his sharpened right shoulder, allowing pain to weave through my ribcage like roots.

He made it to his car, jimmying open the trunk. One of the doors opened. I heard S.J.. "Woah, what the fuck?" I had hope. Jason tossed me in and I caught a glimpse of his face. It was blank, devoid of any emotion, of any humanity.

"S.J.?! S.J., help!" Scrambling to get out, I was able to get a hand on the trunk, in the process of shoving my leg out. "Help! Help me!" Jutting forward with full force, Jason shoved me back inside, slamming the trunk down on an array of my fingers. "AH-!"