.Type. A. .Killer. [IHK] [Will Continue]

The Breakup

"How could you do this?"
His voice echoed across the room, the raindrops fell from the makeshift hideout. This was his and connies- Was. Ah. That was right, was. Connie stood, holding her arm as she stared defensively. "Jazz, I just.. I got.. I needed something!" She yelled back, but it seemed she was keeping her distance. This was the starting point, he had nearly dragged her from choking her tongue with another man. Outraged his voice peaked a breaking point. Full of confusion and disgust. "You liked it. You didn't even say anything when that cunt questioned your relationship with me." He scoffed turning around. His eyes, were cold. That how you get them Jazz. You gotta think ahead. That includes people. You gotta get infront of them. They can betray you in a insant. "Get out" he spoke harshly. He felt tears trickle down, feeling the droplets form and drop from his chin. "Get out now" he said his voice raising. Connie stood in shock on what was happening. She didn't know if this was real or not. She reached forward, and Jazz let her. He let her for the very last time. The hug didn't last long. He shoved her away. "God I can't even look at you, and that says something Connie" he forced a grin. A slow, painful grin. "Says the person that watched people die a painful death" he tilted his head, his crooked grin and messed up eyes staring right into her silver green eyes. "That really fucking says something" That was more than enough to get Connie moving, and out of here. "Jazz Im.." she said holding on to the door frame. She didn't get to finish her sentence before he slammed the door shut. Writhing against his own emotional agony. He lost one of the two meanings to his life.
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His dad was still out there. Good old dad would of loved to be here. To pat my back, and having his false protective father lean down in his ear and say. "You don't gotta cry. Oh son. If you're hurt, you gotta show why your hurt. Gotta show them how your hurt.
He couldn't do that.. He couldn't he- There was a studden crash that made Jazz's breath hitch. With all the shit he has been through honestly please let it be a killer. "Surprise!" Howie exclaimed. Jazz stared at him as he wobbled in the room. "What was that noise?"
"Oh that new vase"
"What-"
"Icecream!" He yelled studdenly holding up a tub of it. He found it amusing, as if icecream could solve any problem in the world.
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"Why did she leave? What did I do wrong?" He said shoving another spoon of icecream in his mouth. Tasting the chocolate sweetness filling his mouth. He sat crossed leg, now he never really had any taste for sweet things. He usually enjoyed the more bitter flavors. Howie on the other hand lived off of sweets. The hemophilic grabbed another pint from his bag. "Nothing Jazz. I honestly can't believe her.. she loved you and just cause she couldn't have something you wasn't ready for" He felt irratation prickle. It wasn't from howie it was just of this dumb situation. He missed connie's imbrace. "How did you sneak out? Wasn't your mom more of a lock down mode because of my dad breaking out" he raised an eyebrow at the now nervous teen. "Alright.. uh.. well about that.. I need somewhere to stay.. my mom is kinda pissed at me" he made an attempt of a 'please let it slide and not continue this' awkward grin. He didn't buy it. "Go on"

"Well.. it has something to do with my sexuality?"
Jazz nearly choked on his icecream.