The Wrong Guy

10. Alex

Chapter 10. Alex

I followed Jordan out of the room and through a door that led to a garage holding an assortment of muscle cars and sleepers. He walked me over to a two-door farmtruck. We opened the door and hopped in. As we buckled up our seetbelts, he rolloed down the window. The guy that he was talking to walked up to the window and told him who our first subject was. After he had told us he said his goodbyes and we left. 

"Whos are first subject?" I said "And why were you talking so quietly?"

He turned to me with a sad expression and said "The first subject is, your family."

I felt a smile coming to my lips as he said the last word. Finally I was going to get revenge for all the pain they caused me when I was younger.

"Lets go then." I said

"Are you sure?" He replied "I mean it is your  family."

I smiled and reached over to start the car but he was way ahead of me. He turned the key and the car roared to life. He then pulled out of the garage and headed down the city street ahead of it.

Finally I thought finally

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I sat in the car slowly running my hand up and down my knife that I had collected from the weapon room. Jordan was unusually quiet. I looked over to see a confused expression plastred on his face. 

"Whats wrong?" I asked 

He turned his head so he was looking at me. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked "I mean when I first kidnapped you all you wanted to do was get away from me. So why all of a sudden do you want to kill the people you were trying so hard to get back to? Doesn't that bother you?"

"Jordan, I wasn't trying to get back to my parents house." I said "I was trying to run away from them to  get to my grandmothers house."

He looked suprised and turned his head back towards the road. 

"Why don't you like your parents?" He finally said. 

"Well its kind of a long story." I replied.

"I have time." He said as he turned of the music that he had playing on the radio. 

"Well, ever since I was young good was never good enough for them. They're really competitive. I was in cross country when I was in middle school. And any time I finished the race second or third they would always beat me to make me do better." I said "And they would always do that anytime I either didn't get first place at a meet or didn't have fast enough times for the top seven. I always had to be the best. They would never settle for second best. They always said second place is the first loser. I swear one time a girl from another team fell and twisted her ankle and couldn't finish the race. I stopped to help her because her own teamates were passing her. When the race was finished everuone but my parents were cheering for me because I had risked first place to help her. But when I got home that night ; however, I got the beating of my life. I couldn't hardly stand they beat me so bad. "

I felt tears coming to my eyes as I remembered the pain they had caused me.

"Thats why I can't wait to go murder my parents." I said.

"Well if you want." He said "We could torture them the same way they tourtured you so they know the pain you went through and then kill them." 

I was smiling now and couldn't wait untill we got to my parents house.

 "Yeah lets do that." I said as I began running my hand up and down my knife again. This was going to be fun "but can we maybe torture them worse than they tortured me?" I said.

"Of course." He replied  as he placed his hand on my thigh "anything for you."

And with that i smiled and sat back visualizing the pained look on their faces as i tortured and slauthered them.

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A.N. Hoi guyz! Sorry my chapters have been taking a while to be published I had, "family biz" ;) but my chapters shoukd be comming out sooner now 😉😉😉😉 Boi guyz!!!