Jail for Juniors.

Chapter 8 - Visitors.

Charlie's POV.

"Charlie." I opened my eyes and saw a pair of dark green ones above me. I scrabbled backwards but slammed straight into a wall. I stood up and looked around, tyring to find a door, a window, anything I could launch myself out of. But there was nothing, the walls where white and the ceiling was white and so was the floor. Except a large dark red blood stain on the floor. I followed the blood trail with my eyes and saw a blonde girl with a huge pool of blood around her head leaking from a large cut across her scalp.

"Haley!" I yelled and ran too her, but was blocked by the one, the only Connor. He smirked at me and then looked over my shoulder. I turned around and nearly screamed.

A man in his twenties with brown hair, tanned skin and sharp cheekbones was standing there, twirling a knife around his fingers.

"Jonnah."

"Miss me sweetheart?" He smirked and came towards me and I tried to back away but within a split second I was slammed against one of the walls and I cried out. "I told you, I'd find you. I'd punish you." He turned to Connor who was kneeling beside Haley, putting little cuts all over her neck too join the blood on the floor. "Finish her."

"No!" I yelled, and tried to push past Jonnah but he just punched me in the stomach, put the knife against my neck until I felt it break the skin and make me watch as Connor slammed the knife into her stomach. Haley cried out and collapsed to the floor. She turned her head towards me and a line of blood came from her mouth, pooling on the floor.

"This was your fault."

I woke up covered in sweat like I'd just had some major workout, dripping with perspiration and panting. I stood up, taking in a deep breath, trying to ignore the nicotine in my blood stream screaming at me like The Kardations yell at normal people, trying to somehow get me too find a cigarette.

Pssh, I wish.

I stood up and walked out the door, knowing full well I was only wearing my PJ bottoms and had just-been-fucked-but-not-really hair, sticking up in all directions, ruffled and tangled. I got too the bathroom and splashed a hand full of freezing cold water on my face and looked in the mirror.

I was smokin' hot.

But I saw that everyday, I mean, who wouldn't notice this sexy beast looking out of the mirror at them? I mean, if it didn't seem really gay, I'd totally do myself... twice.

But I took some tissue and whipped away the tear tracks from my cheeks and brushed my teeth for good measure. I looked at my watch and saw it was 6:45, and decided to go get dressed and wake up Haley.

Probably jump on her for good luck, you know.

I mean, who wouldn't mind having me jumping on them?

That's right, no one.

I left the room and went into my room throwing my boxers and PJ bottoms into the wash basket and grabbing a pair of boxers with cute little squirrels on it, a pair of dark jeans and a black hoodie with a cupcake on top of a crossbones too look like the Skull-and-crossbones pirate thing in white.

I pulled on a green shirt underneath the hoodie and rolled up the sleeves, put on my converses and left the room, humming along to my music.

I got too her room, singing it by now as I burst in through the door, yelling loudly, my beautiful vocal cords blessing both of the girls ears.

"I'm trying to find the words to describe this girl without bein' disrespectful," I slammed the door, jumping up and down as I sang. "Damn girl! You a sexy bitch, Damn you's a sexy bitch, Damn girl!"