𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

Lee - The Creepy Guy Outside Pt 24

((WARNING: Mentions of disturbing topics, death by gun, mentions of guns and murder, family tension.)

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"Y/N, put the gun down!" Dad shouts.

You lower the gun down and drop it on the floor. You weren't going to kill her too.

"Who is that?" Your mother asks, referring to the unrecognisable body on the floor. For some odd reason, she didn't seem as shocked as you thought she would be, unlike your dad, who looked like he was panicking.

"She tried to kill me first." You say.

"Why?"

"This is crazy! I'm calling the police, you two stay right here." Dad shouts as he sprints out of the room.

"What did you do?" Mum asks.

"What did I do??" You answer, raising your tone louder.

"Yes, what did you do? Why did she want to kill you?"

"It's crazy how you're always against me and everything I do. But do you ever think from my point of view? Or are you too busy criticising everything that happens to me?"

"You just killed the girl. Do you not see anything wrong you've done?" Mum says, raising her tone.

"She tried to kill me!" You yell. "It was self defence!"

"You're an awful person." Mum says as she walks out of your bedroom. "I'll inform the police and you'll be sent off to prison."

She walks out and slams the door behind her.

"You don't ever listen to me!" You yell as she walks down the hallway.

"I'm leaving. Fuck this." You say as you begin to pack clothes into a bag.

You remember you still had the phone that your father lent to you, it had Jasmine and Jade's number on it. But not Lee's, you never knew if Lee ever even had a phone. But you had no way of contacting him now. And you weren't staying at your house after what had just happened.

You pull out your phone and begin to dial Jade's number, but she doesn't answer. You try again. Still no answer.

Then you try Jasmine, and with luck, she answers.

"Hey Y/N, what's up? I was actually planning on visiting you in the hospital today, I'm nearly on my way." She says through the phone.

"Hey, I'm not actually at the hospital anymore." You say.

"You aren't? Oh, that's great! Are you down to have visitors today?" She asks.

"Actually, I have to ask you something big."

"Oh? Is everything alright?"

"I can explain everything later. But can I please just come over right now? I can't stay here." You ask.

"Of course you can, you're always welcome. How are you getting here? Do you need a lift?" She asks.

"Can you pick me up near the gas station? I'm making my way there in a second." You answer, searching your room for something to cover or wash off the blood that's still splattered all over you.