Paint The Town Red

I lied

ROY DONNER

I made my way to Tyson's front door step, my fists clenched in fury. Glancing through the windows a bit, I knock on the hollow wooden door of his. It takes a couple of knocks before the idiot finally answers.

"Yes?" Tyson questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"What the hell!" I shouted, my hands going all over the place.

Tyson shoved his hands into his pockets, rolling his eyes. He shrugs. "What?"

I scoffed at his response. "Oh, I don't know.. the part where you're attending my sister's school now what."

Tyson began to stare with a blank face, showing no expression whatsoever. He looked bored.

"Man, I told you to leave JD out of this! This isn't any of her business." My face was heated, anger running through my veins. I wanted to punch Woods so hard right now.

Tyson scoffs. "'Any of her business..'" he mumbled. He chuckled lightly, putting a rolled cigarette to his lips. "I told you, Roy. You haven't completed the task, and consequences come with that, ya'know." He puffed out a cloud of smoke, the smell lingering all around me.

"I really don't understand why you're even doing this." I shook my head in shame and disgust, pulling out a cigarette as well.

"Boss's orders." Tyson said simply.

"You're a sick person, you know that right?" With the cigarette on the ground now, smoke smoothly leaves my mouth, escaping through the cracks of Tyson's windows.

Tyson sighed, grinning. "Anything for mama."

Looking down in annoyance, I walked away from the bastard, but stopped just as the thought came to me.

"Touch her and I'll kill you." I said very coldly, then continued to walk towards the jeep.

Tyson smirked at my words, shaking his head. "I'll take that as challenge accepted."

My fists began to clench in fury, a million times more than before.

***
JD DONNER

With Roy gone, I decided to phone up my Mom once again, so he won't be here to interrogate me when she doesn't​ pick up.

Notice how I put the word when.

Giving it a try, I punched in her number and put the phone to my ear, waiting for the dial tone to stop.

It doesn't, once again.

Sighing as I tapped the 'end call' button, I plopped my face into my soft white pillow, tears spilling into it as well. I didn't know how long I cried in my room, alone; all I knew was that I missed my Mother. I felt like a six year old child, desperately waiting for their Mom or Dad to come home from a long day at work..

Yet the only difference was that I was 18.

And my parents weren't coming home anytime soon, as a matter of fact.

Suddenly, I heard a 'tap, tap' on the window next to the front door. I reluctantly got up and strolled my way towards the window. As I opened the red curtain over it, my eyes met dark chocolatey brown ones.

Of course, the one and only Tyson Woods.

With a confused expression, I opened the door to reveal the slim-muscled tall figure leaning against one of the two walls that surrounded him. He grinned. "Hello, Jessica Donner."

"Again, Roy isn't here, as you can see." I gestured to the empty driveway behind him.

"Again, I'm not here for him." He winked.