Chapter 33: What the hell is happening?

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Jake's POV

After me, and Crosonia's mother saw what had just happened, there was an awkward silence that filled the room. Crosonia's mother looked as if she was about to lose her mind. She balled her hands into fist and lowered her head down. "You" she muttered.

"W-What?" I stuttered in confusion.

She lifted her head up and turned to look towards me.

"You and your stupid friends killed my only daughter, and now something's wrong with her!" She yelled.

Her yelled echoed in all directions of the medium sized living room and kitchen.

"No, we didn't-"

"Oh don't give me that bullshit, the police may be dumb enough to believe all of you, but I know you were apart of this Jake, Crosonia has told me all about you bullying her to no end" She spoke through gritted teeth.

"Than why did you let me help you around the house? Hm?" I accusingly spoke back.

"You know why, I was on my god damn medication, plus drinking, now get out".

"Are you actually crazy? There are glass chips all over and inside my thigh!" I started worrying.

She spoke back more mad than before. "I don't care if you have an injured leg, let your sick friends help you with that".

I sat on the floor, my leg slowly bleeding, my mouth in a small 'o' shape. Is this woman for real?

"Here let me help you get a head start". She pressed her lips into a thin line and began to march towards me. Oh no.

She stuck both of her arms under both of my armpits, and yanked me up. I hissed in pain. As she began pulling me up, more of my body weight was going onto my leg.

"S-Stop ma'am, S-STOP!"

But oh, believe me, she wouldn't stop and listen to me for anything. So now not only was I still healing from the stab wound, but now glass chips were added into my healing wound, and let me tell you, It hurts a lot more than it sounds. It feels like a bunch of stabbing every where in my thigh.

I kicked the uninjured leg in hopes that she would let go, but she was already so close to the door. She opened it.

"Could you at least call 911?!"

She pushed my body outside and slammed the door shut.

I was becoming weaker, I was beginning to lose too much blood. Because those glass chips were the size of a pinkie finger.

I'm going to die on Crosonia's pathway. My phone had fell onto the living room floor. Inside.

Someone will see me eventually, and that crazy lady will be thrown in jail.

HA! u guys probably thought Crosonias mom would've given up on her. Well you guys should know, that she believes in spirits, but has never actually seen one, that's why she was gonna threaten to put Crosonia in "the nuthouse". Merry Christmas!! Vote, comment, recommend! -



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