Original Gangster

Chapter 11- I'm not Okay

Only 2 more chapters left. I really want to continue this but I've got the ending planned and with this ending, I can't really write a sequel...

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I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

What will it take to show you that it's not the life it seems?
(I'm not okay)
I've told you time and time again you sing the words but don't know what it means
(I'm not okay)
To be a joke and look, another line without a hook
I held you close as we both shook for the last time take a good hard look!

I'm not okay
I'm not okay
I'm not okay
You wear me out

I'm not Okay (I promise) by MCR
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Micheal's (Jazz's dad) POV

I was going after James. We had told him to get Jazz for us not bloody try to assasinate her! She was our daughter and James adored her. Why would he kill her? It doesn't make any sense! There's something going on between those two and I was going to find out.

I was going to James lair: he had given us his address just incase we wanted to meet him again.
"JAMES!" I boomed.

"Micheal! What a pleasant suprise." He flashed one of those celebrity smiles. The whole 'My favourite person ever! Let's have a party' kinda smiles.

"You found Jazz. You tried to kill her! Explain." I damanded, my breath became narrow and I struggeled to keep my temper under controll.

"Ah." He sounded suprised but tried to keep his 'cool'. "Who told you this?" He questioned suspiciously but by the way he asked I could tell he was confirming that he tried to kill my daughter.

"A girl of the street. Brown wavy hair and the most clouded, dangerous, emerald eyes you have ever seen. Yet her voice had a hint of Irish in it..." I trailed off, trying to think of an exact description for this girl but by James' face he knew exactly who I was talking about. His expression was angry and he looked as if he was going to kill; an expression I have never seen on this bisness man before.

"You idiot! You let that girl into your house! THAT GIRL!" He screamed. "That girl was there and she came to you. She's gone too far..." He put on a thinking face. So that girl knew Jazz?

"Who is that girl?" I asked, curious.

"Micheal, that girl was... How do I break this to you... That girl is... Jazz..." He looked awkward like he had asked me out or something. he obviously wanted to keep that precise fact hidden.

"...Jasmine..." My voice camed out jagged and scared. I couldn't even recognise my own daughter! What kind of dad was I?

"Jazz is not the same girl you remember. See this." A scar was formed on his arm but it was a message, a symbol. A star with a rose in the middle. Jazz used to draw them repeatedly. The doctor said it was a phrase but it wasn't. She was put in the mental assylum because of it...

"Jasmine..." My voice was sad and crystal tears fell from my delicate eyes.

"She's a killer. She's seeking revenge. She's after us." He looked concerned but confident. He was sure he was going to win. "She was going to kill me, I could tell by her eyes. But she didn't- she wants me to suffer this." He smirked. He was planning something...

Suddenly I felt a force pressed against my spine. I felt warm, wet liquid fall from the force. The sensation was sharp but I knew what is was: a knife. I looked at him, opening my mouth to speak but crimson fell out. I started to choke. And the pressure of the force was released. I was pushed to the carpet.
"Sorry Micheal. I really am but you know too much. If one thing spills it's over. This is a dangerous game Jazz and I are playing and you've just made it easier for me to get to her. Checkmate is fast approaching and I'm going to be the one that wins." He chuckled. "Now time to take care of your wife..."

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Jazz's POV
There was a knock on the door. I could hear mum go to answer it. She gasped in shock. I got out of bed because I was interested. I stared at my mum and the hooded figure at the top of the stairs.
"Have you found her, have you found Jasmine?" Her voice was desperate. I never knew she cared, she had left me alone- never had time for me- neither of them paid much attention. They must be faking all this.

"No, I have come here to tell you off your husbands 'unfortunate' death." He faked a sob. James! He was here.

"Why! How did this happen?!" Mum was shocked. Her voice was high and fragile. Tears started to fall.
"Your husband knew to much so I disposed of him." He showed a cut-throat smile. "-And now I'm going to kill you to." He said, pulling a gun. Mum screamed but she was soon silenced by a "Bang!" sound.
"Mum!" I shouted, sprinting down the stairs. Mum was on the floor lying still but she was breathing. I lent down towards her.

"...Jasmine...I-it's...you..." She smiled.

"Yes mum. I'm here. Listen everythings going to be okay. You're going to live. You have to!" Tears were falling down on to her wound. I still loved them, eventhough I had run away.

"Níl mé ag dul chun cónaí. A bheith ina cailín maith. Feicfidh mé a bheith sa spéir le do dhaid, beidh muid ag fanacht Jasmine ... Beidh orainn a bheith ag fanacht ...." Her Irish wasn't bad, considering she wasn't a native but I wasn't concentrating on it that much like I usually do. My mum was dying!

"Uimh mháthair! Feicfidh mé a mharú air! Feicfidh mé a mharú air! Beidh sé ag titim ar an talamh agus beidh mé buille air. Beidh sé bás, geall liom! " I screamed.

"... Uimh..." She wispered and became stiff and life-less.

"James." I growled. "You will die. Mum's death will not go un noticed you filthy barstard!" I spoke calm but I felt like strangling his lilly-white neck.

"Doubt that." He said, grabbing my neck and he began to choke me.

"No..." I wispered, before everything faded.

"Jazz, you will not die yet. Prepare to experiance living hell." He chuckled.

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And that's how I ended up here. On this wooden floor. Waiting to die. He killed my parents and I will kill him. Check mate is fast approaching and I'm going to win...