chapter three

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I sat on the couch, listening to Jake scream at the others, he is really, really mad.

"I don't care if it was self defense, you don't give a nine year old a fucking gun!" Jake screamed at Jacob and Tom "why the fuck did you put him in his room when the basement is safer!" he continued, he looked so angry like he was going to punch one of them.

"we weren't thinking" Thomas said no emotion in his voice looking down at the floor. Jake let out a heavy and mumbled something under his.

"I'm going to bed, if you need me shout on me" Jake said, as he ran hid left hand through his hair and leaving the room, closing the door as he left.

"I'm going to fucking kill him" Jacob said walking over to the couch and sitting, tapping his head with fingers, his facial expression was one of anger. Thomas walked over and sat down next to him and sighed.

"he just doesn't want him to turn out like us I mean: your first kill you where only eight, Jake's was when he was ten and mine was eleven. I just don't think he wants him to end up like us no offence we're not the best role models" Tom said, his voice was emotionless and heavy like he just saw a ghost. A loud sigh could be heard and then the low murmur of Jacob swearing in swedish. A few hours had past and Jake came back down, he came in just as we finished a movie called 'Avengers age of ultron', he looked at us and sighed.

"listen guys I'm sorry for being a total...bitch earlier and I understand that you were under alot of stress when it happened, I don't agree with the choice that you made, but I do understand why you did it. With all that in mind can we please just call this water under the bridge, for Max's sake please" Jake said he sounded depressed and let out a sigh. Jacob mumbled something saying that he agreed with Jake and Tom, Tom ran up and hugged Jake, who was struggling to breathe.

"Tom...I...can't...fucking...breathe" Jake said his voice was shaking and he was trying to air in his lungs after every word. Tom let go and gave him an apologetic look.

"sorry buddy" Tom said a dumb smile on his face. Jake just stood there and waved him off, Jake then sat down next to me and turned over the chanel wich earned a low growl from Jacob.

After a few TV shows mainly a marathon of a TV show called 'Ben 10'
Jake looked at me and then back up at the others, who had a sly smile on there faces. I looked back and forth from Jake to the others, until they all started to move in closer. Oh god what's happening? I looked at Jake and next thing I now felt a pair of hands start to tickle me, I fell backwards onto the rest of the couch trying to hold back the laughter. Next thing I know I see Tom and Jacob looking down at me and then start to tickle me also, that's when I couldn't hold it back any longer and started to go into a laughing fit. This continued for another five minutes despite all of my protesting. I was then picked up and put on the shoulders of Jacob who then took me upstairs and into my room. He put me on the bed and went over to closet and got out some clothes for me: a pair of red socks, some plain white boxers, blue jean shorts, a red t-shirt
That has iron man stuff on it (my favourite super hero), leather jacket and a black beanie that said #yolo on it gold (Jake got that for me). He then left the room and I got dressed, struggling a bit with the jacket but I got there, I looked in the mirror that was hung in my room and smiled, this is where I belong. I slowly looked over at the toy chest and the puddle of blood that was next to it, Tom did a good job getting rid of it but it was still there, I gripped my jacket sleeve and turned around.

I didn't mean it

I didn't mean it

I didn't mean it

I slowly turned around and headed out the door, my dirty pajamas in my arms I headed down the stairs where within seconds my pajamas were taken out of my arms by Jacob and launched into the kitchen. I looked over at him my mouth hung open, did he just throw my clothes across the room and across Jake and Tom and through a small door. He closed my mouth with his hand

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