Hey guys! So when i was writing this chapter, it was literally so weird and awkward.
I FEEL DIRTY!
UGH, But i swear it will get better!
THIS WILL ALL MAKE SENCE LATER!
PROMISE!
Okay, okay, sorry for the yelling, i'll shut up now!
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Chapter; 12
(P.O.V. Janelle)-
I set the box down, and pulled out my knife. I handed it to Mikey, and he cut the box open.
I had my eyes closed, and Mikey opened the box, to see what was inside.
“Janelle, its not a bomb. Or a tracker.” He said, and I could hear his smirk.
I opened my eyes, and pull out what was inside, simply finding…
A picture…and a note.
Dear, Ms. Presley.
You think hiding will help you, but you are mistaken. We always get our man.
Keep Smiling.
Better Living Industries.
I nearly passed out.
Mikey rook the note, and read it. I picked up the picture, and then suddenly felt like crying.
“What is it, J?” Mikey asked.
“It’s a picture…of my father in his casket.” I said, tears filling my eyes.
Mikey took the picture, and put it back into the box. Then he came over and hugged me.
I felt the tears spill over, and I ended up crying into Mikey’s chest. He rubbed my back, and whispered soothing things to me. We stood there for a good 5 minutes, then we hear a door slam.
I jump back, and turn finding Gerard. I looked at him, and tried to smile, but failed.
Then, I seen something flash through his eyes.
Wait…was that..jealousy?
“Hey guys. What’s up?” Gee said, in a casual pissed tone.
“Nothing. Janelle finally opened the box. Yea, it wasn’t a tracker or anything.” Mikey said.
“Oh, what was it?” he asked, clenching his fist and jaw.
“It was a picture, of my dad in his casket.” I said, angrily, then stormed inside.
I slammed the door, rather loudly, catching everyone’s attention. Feeling rather self-conscious I ran to my room, yet again, slamming the door.
I fell onto my brightly colored bed, and cried. For what felt like hours, was really only a few minutes. Then, there was a knock at the door.
“Janelle? It’s Death Star. Can I come in?” Death’s soft voice said, through the door.
“Enter.” I said, hoarsely.
She opened the door, quickly shutting it behind her.
“Hey, you alright?” she asked, sitting next to me.
“Yes…No, not really.” I said, looking at the ground.
If there was one thing BL/ind has taught me, is that pretending to be strong, can only lead to a major spinning out of control.
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