Please (H2OVanoss) BOOK 1

Chapter 14

Jon's POV:
I don't even know why I was listening to Sark. It was Sark that needed to die, not fucking Evan! I'm not me anymore, I need help. Major help.

"J-Jon," Evan stuttered. He was terrified of me. The knife was still pushed against his waist. As his breath got shakier I tightened my grip and pushed the knife even closer making Evan gasp and jump from the couch.

He lifted up his red jacket and noticed a hole in his shirt, by his waist. He then lifted up his shirt, gasping at the sight of his blood on his stomach. He looked at me in terror. I was still sitting on the couch, not being able to move. I hurt Evan.

He's trusted me all this time, through everything I've done to him and the guys and now I hurt him.

"Ev-"

"Leave." He interrupted. I slowly stood up from the couch, dropping the knife to my feet.

I looked at Evan, he wasn't looking back at me. I really fucked up this time. 

I walked out, now standing on his doorstep. I turned back and saw Evan with tears streaming down his face, slamming the door on me.

Sark. This was his fault. He convinced me to hurt him.

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I ran down the sidewalk, turning at corners, finally reaching Sark's house. I bursted through the door to find his mother, sitting on their couch. Now looking at me in terror, screaming. This wasn't new to me. The screaming. I ignored her and ran upstairs searching for Sark's room. Once I found it I kicked it open and came face to face with Sark, playing a video game. I grabbed the collar of his t-shirt and drug him down the stairs, past his shouting mother and outside.

"What the hell, man?!" He yelled, "Don't fucking 'What the hell' me. I almost fucking killed Evan because of your stupid ass!" I pushed him more toward the road.

"I didn't do anything. That was all you, Jon. You showed Evan who you really were. And it worked! Although, he's not dead.."

"And he's not going to be!" I screamed at him. His mother still shouting from inside. Probably calling the police by now.

"Jon, Jon, Jon. Have you met me? I have many ways of getting rid of people." He smirked.

"Who's the serial killer here, Sark?" I laughed and walked closer to him. He backed away in terror, I started to take my knife out when I saw red and blue flashing lights and heard sirens. "Well, it's been fun Sark. But that's my que." I smiled and ran in the opposite direction of the cops.

I ran towards the nearest alleyway and hid. I should've just killed him when I had the chance.

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Evan's POV:
I called Tyler immediately after Jonathan left.

"T-Tyler?"

"Evan? What the hell happened?" He asked.

"Can you just come over, like right now?"

"Yeah, Brock and Nogla are with me. I'll bring them too. We'll be there in five." He said and hung up.

I dropped the phone. My hands were shaking. I was loosing some blood. Not enough for me to pass out.

That wasn't Jon. He was perfectly fine this afternoon, something set him off.

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Tyler, Brock and Nogla showed up minutes later and rushed to my side.

"What the fuck?!" Tyler shouted.