"I can't do it anymore, Bell. I'm sorry" he cried out, the silence gave him it's approval and Murphy picked up the gun he'd previously thrown to the ground in hope of seeing Bellamy again. Pressing the cold, black object against his chest, he proceeded to finish what he had came here to do. Pulling the trigger, his final words left his mouth as he hit the ground. "I'll see you soon, my love."
"Murphy! What the hell is this?!" His mother rushed in, interrupting his train of thoughts.
"What?" He looked at her tiredly.
"Tell me this is oregano, and not what I think it is!" She was furious, so to speak.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath. It wasn't even his! Joel, a guy in his class had left it there one night and forgot to pick it up. "That's not mine, mom, I swear." He pleaded.
"Yeah right, John Murphy, you are grounded for a month." She announced before leaving the room as quickly as she had entered.
Murphy threw his head back, but pulled it back once he felt the hard wall great the back of his head. He hissed at the pain, but tried to ignore it and got up to get his phone. He scrolled through his contacts and stopped when he reached Bellamy's number.
Babe, I can't see you tonight. Mom just grounded me, I'm so sorry ): he pressed send, and tossed his phone on the bed next to him, only to pick it up seconds later once he saw Bellamy had replied.
Noooo ))))))): For how long?
A month. Murphy answered, quite annoyed at the situation.
Bellamy quickly sent three messages followed by each other.
What'd you do?
Actually, it doesn't matter. Can you still use your computer?
Can I come over later? I can sneak through the window (; Murphy could practically read the smirk in the last text, hurriedly he typed his answer.
I can use my computer, yes. But if my mom catches us I'm dead, you too, probably :):
Aw, you're such a partypooper, Murphs
Murphy was yet again interrupted by his mother. She'd calmed down from their last encounter, and this time she was only there to tell him it was time for dinner.
I have to go, call you later? :* Before he had a chance to put his phone back on his bed Bellamy answered.
Oh yes, you better call later, missing that sexy voice of yours ;)
"Murphy! Dinner, now!"
"I'm coming!"
It took longer than what he'd thought. To die, that is. He lied there, silent, not moving. Waiting. He felt no pain, nothing. He felt like nothing. Why didn't anything happen? Why was he still alive? He closed his eyes and waited. Waited, and waited, and waited. After about three minutes his eyes flew open, his lungs gasping for air as hands grabbed him and pulled him into a big, white car. Was this what he was waiting for?
Well that kinda sucked but i have to write these fillers because i dont want to be moving too quickly, next chapter will be better, i promise (reFERENCE)
please give me feedback so i know if anyone actually likes this book. ok bye
