One By One

One by One Chapter 20

Jason’s POV

“Shit!” I muttered to myself, and ran my hands over my face, and through my hair. I forced my eyes on the body in the bathtub. What the hell is wrong with me?!!

It was white- really white, and the eyes were wide open and unfocused. She had bruises, from where I’d slammed her against the wall. There were 2 wide gashes on her arm, which she probably because of me as well. And there were red marks on her neck where I squeezed ever so tightly until I’d suffocated her.

I ran towards the body, and with barely a second of examining it up close, started to pump her chest with my hands. With nothing happening there, I pressed harder, so hard that it would probably hurt.

“Come on, you’re not dead, get up!” I mumbled nervously, trying to convince myself that she’d be okay. “I’m sorry!” I croaked, tears starting to blur my vision. I gave her mouth to mouth, desperately trying to undo what I’d done.

I gave up finally. It was no use. She was gone. I got up and sighed.

I started to pace the room thinking of an alternative solution to the one that I was thinking of. There had to be something else I could do! But nothing came to me- and there wasn’t much time ‘till someone realised something was up.

I forgot the most important rule when it came to parties: never seduce a confident virgin. Or you’re screwed.

How did I know this girl was a virgin? Well, in my drunken state, I’d followed her to the washroom. And then I fingered her.

Ya, I know dumb move right? She looked like Anna’s friend, as she stuck to my goddess for most of the night. She hadn’t brought the dude, who was friends with Austin, whom I assumed was her boyfriend (judging by the way they were making out), upstairs. And he was hitting on her- hard.

Obviously, she’d been pissed, and slapped me across the face, and kicked me where the sun don’t shine, really forcefully. Me, being high on crack (which I’d taken a few hours earlier) got really pissed, and acted violently, leading to where I am now.

I grabbed the bottle of corona, and downed most of then previously filled bottle in one shot. Before leaving the room, I gently ran my hand over the body once more, and sadly walked out. I really need to quit the life-screwing pieces of shit I keep snorting.

I needed to get out of here right now. So searched frantically around the room, looking for a hot girl.

I smiled humourlessly when I spotted a possible candidate, who was dressed as a model I think.

She had long, golden blond hair, pale skin- that complimented her well, and dark brown eyes. She was wearing a lot of makeup, with bright red lipstick, and her lace black dress was short, and low cut. I smiled. She looked good enough.

“Hey there” I smirked at her. “You look great tonight-”

“Marisa” she smiled at me seductively, and twirled her hair.

“What a beautiful name, for such a beautiful girl” I murmured in her ear. “You want to go talk? I asked.

“Sure” she purred, and dragged me outside, through the back door.

*****

“Mmm, that was hot” the girl- was it Maria or Lisa? –breathed. She pulled her bra strap up. I smiled and kissed her again.

Suddenly, she stopped. “Do you even know my name?” she asked, reading my mind. Damn, I was hoping she wouldn’t ask.

“Ah, um… Maria?” I tried. She narrowed her eyes. Ok, obviously not. “Lisa?” I saw the same expression on her face.

“It’s Marisa.” She glared at me for a second Ugh, whatever, it’s not like it matters anyways”, she rolled her eyes and flipped her long, blond hair back and kissed me again.

Her shoe was getting in the way, along with her bracelet. Without breaking the kiss, through them over into the front.

 A shoe hit the door of the glove compartment, causing it to pop open. A soft thump sounded, and she shot up, paranoid that someone was catching us- well, in the state that we were in now.

Her worried expression faltered when she realized that something had fell out of the compartment. She was going back to kissing me when it caught her eye. She leaned over to see what it was.

“Why do you have a gun? Aren’t they illegal?” she asked, picking it up at the edge of handle, and holding it like it was poisonous. Well, if any time would be acceptable to hold something like that, this would be one of them anyway.

“I’ve killed a few people” I mumbled dismissvely, kissing her neck. I froze, realising I just admitted that aloud. Wow, I must be really wasted.

“WHAT THE HELL?!” she screamed, and backed away slightly. She dropped the gun instantly. Then, she turned around, and whipped back around to face me. “I’ve got to go. Unlock the door.” She demanded, and pulled away from me.

“Wait, where are you going?” I asked. It was kinda ironic how she suddenly wanted to leave just after I blurted out that I killed a few people.

‘I-I forgot, my friend was going to drive me home a-around this hour” she responded looking away, and attempting to open the door once again.

I chuckled, seeing through her obvious lie. She was afraid of me.

“It’s not like I’ve ever used the gun before. That’s my last resort, for emergencies only.” I gave her a reassuring look. Funny, she didn’t look too reassured to me.

“Come on, girl, let’s get back to what we…” I was cut off by her whimpering when I touched her arm.

“PLEASE LET ME OUT!” she begged, tears now starting to stream down her face.  

“Marisa, I’m not going to…” I was cut off again when I touched her hand again. Before I could register what was going on, she punched me in the face. I heard a crack sound, and pain shoot through my nose, as she broke it. Not that it wasn’t already broken several times before.

She kneed my crotch, hard. She did this repeatedly. Mind you that I was only in my boxers. When she finally stopped, she leaned forward, spotting the lock switch near the driver seat, to unlock the door.

Oh shit! She was going to call the cops on me! I couldn’t let her do that! I managed, with all the pain I was in to open the car door which she’d just slammed. She was already about five feet away from the car, and she was walking at a quick pace.

Panicking, I I searched the car, when my eyes landed on the gun in the front seat. I grabbed it. Impulsively I did the first thing that popped into my mind, ignoring any second thoughts: I shot her.

I stared at her body from afar. She was still breathing, I could tell. But if no one came soon, she’d die.

As guilt flooded through me, I pulled out my Blackberry.

“Hello, 911, what seems to be the problem?” a lady answered.

I gave her the details, and hung up. Then I drove off into the dark night.

KK, so for those of you who are like ‘huh, Jen’s a virgin?’ (if anyone’s wondering that) the answer is yes, she is. She doesn’t have the same beliefs as Anna and maybe Kirsten have. She wanted to wait until marriage, but obviously, that’s not going to ever happen now L. And yes, I know, Jason’s horrible, but he’s on drugs, and he obviously has some serious psychological problems. He’s not in the position of making the right decisions. And at least he felt guilty, and tried to save Jen and Marisa, right? I think I’m going to start a new story: a fan fiction about One Direction (J)’s Louis Tomlinson. No, it’s not a Larry Stylinson story; it’s about him and a fan.