Jeremy Kyle: Revenge

Chapter 2

"Yesterday, at around 10:30pm the TV celebrity Jeremy Kyle was violently raped near his apartment in London, the victim is still too shocked to say anything, but from what we've seen, it was most likely another one of The Chicken's attacks... More updates on the situation will be available on our website, www.it..."

Dylan turned off the TV. He quickly grabbed his phone and started scrolling through his Contact list.

Diana, Sok, Cok, Fok, George, and finally... Jeremy.

He phoned the number and waited.

"The contact you are trying to reach, is currently unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone."

Beep

Dylan hesitated for a moment, but decided to leave a message. "Hey mate, just wanna check if you're alright. Call me back, okay? Maybe we can find that goddamn son of a bitch and put a bullet through his head, alright?" He hung up and set his phone down on the table again, grabbing the joint that was sitting on the table all that time, and lighting it.

-3 Hours Later-

After getting back his belongings, Jeremy Kyle left the Hospital and headed home. He turned on his iPhone and looked at the notifications: Invitation to Farmville, A new comment on his picture, and many more. He quickly looked through all of them. He wasn't interested in anything... until he got to the bottom of the list.

Dylan had left him a voice message. Shit. Jeremy wasn't even sure if he wanted to hear it. Him and Dylan were really good friends, but Dylan was just too obsessed with killing everyone.

Jeremy played the message as soon as he got home. "Hey mate, just wanna check if you're alright. Call me back, okay? Maybe we can find that goddamn son of a bitch and put a bullet through his head, alright?" After the message stopped, Jeremy just stared at his phone, thinking if he should call back.

After around 10 minutes, Jeremy Kyle slowly typed the digits of Dylan's phone number. He hesitated just before touching the 'call' button... Fuck it. He thought, just before dialing the number.