Antichrist - BOOK 1 (Matty Healy + George Daniel)

3. Bullet With Butterfly Wings

So the last chapter was a bit bigger which is good, I'm hoping to keep up 10 pages plus for the whole story! 

It was a Friday and Jesse was sitting in the car park of a shop with his girlfriend. They weren't doing anything bad, they were just sitting and waiting for one of Jesse's customers to come out. He had short changed Jesse and he wasn't happy about it so he was planning on dealing with the stupid teen when they walked out.

"Are you seriously gonna do this?" His girlfriend asked. Jesse just shrugged and looked forward at the doors. "I'm serious, Tara. I'm gonna fuck him up." He spat and held up the hand gun.

"When he comes out, start the car. I'll shoot him and then you drive. We're gonna go to Adam's house and hide the car in his backyard." Jesse explained. She sighed and nodded.

He looked around the car park and noticed they were the only car there seeing it was only a minute until closing time. With a simple trigger, Jesse turned to the doors and saw his customer. "Start her up, Hun." Jesse said and Tara did so.

He leaned around of the car and aimed the gun at his customer. With one small pull, a loud bang popped through the ears of Jesse and Tara. The guy fell to the ground holding his stomach. They began to drive off and out of the car park. "Where the fuck did you get him?" Tara yelled. "Stomach, I was aiming for the leg!" He yelled back.

She just shakes her head and drives to Adam's house. It was a twenty minute drive out of town so if the police were to come over them, there's a large chance they aren't gonna get found.

Once they arrived, she drove around the back and down the paddock and into the shed. "And we're gonna have to walk all the way back now." Tara spits and gets out of the car. "It's a two minute walk." Jesse argued as he watched her storm off towards the house. He loved her but she's all kinds of crazy. But she wouldn't kill someone.

They got inside and Adam greeted them with grabbing them by the wrists and pulling them into his living room. "Look at that, the fucking car is on tv." He growls. It was his car. "Where's the gun, Jesse?" Adam asks and Jesse pulls the gun out of his pocket and passes it to him.

"No more gun for you, okay? Every time you have your hands on this, someone ends up in hospital and I can't have you holding something with my handprints on it. What happens if you get caught and they get my fingerprints? What happens if you fucking lose the gun and they find it and get my prints off it? You'd be coming to hell with me, Rutherford." Adam ranted.

Jesse just shrugged. "You've gotta drive us back to mine." He said but Adam shook his head. "Why can't you just get George? I'm sure he would love to drive out here." He said with a giggle.

"No, you hate him and now you have a gun so you'll shoot him. Fuck, we'll just take that car again. If we get caught, you'll be in the shit." Jesse laughed.

"Why will I be in the shit?" Adam asked.

"Firstly, since you've had that gun in your hands, you've touched the whole thing. Secondly, that car is in your name and Tara's dad is a police officer. We can just blame it on you." Jesse said, Tara nodded.

"But you wouldn't want to do that. Where are you gonna get your money from? You'd be homeless and poor if it wasn't for me so I suggest you just shut your mouth." He said and walked out, leaving Jesse and Tara standing in his living room. Jesse walked over to the couch and pulled up one of the cushions and pulled out a bag.