The Killing Games

EP5: Don't Bring A Knife To A Gunfight

                     Wades POV

I sat at on the sofa silently. Jenna was sitting next to me in disbelief. Her nostrils sniffling briefly through the low murmers of everyone around me in the living room.

It was an hour before we witnessed Nikki murder Shawn, right on our own television. Everyone was struck with fear.The soft chatters around suddenly stopped when low knocks at the front door were heard.

Everyone began making their way to the entrance. Cody swung open the door to see Nikki standing at the porch, a sound of a vehicle drawing away was heard faintly.

Nikki was just dropped off by the soilders. Nikki looked injured and in distraught. Her arms were crossed and her eyes were low and filled with despair. She was trembling softly.

"Oh my gosh...Are you OK? " Jenna blurted out. A hand over her mouth..Watching Nikki in shock.

"You look a hot mess.." Paris admitted looking cross-eyed at Nikki.A few looks were shifted towards London and Paris for stating the obvious ...

Nikki shifted, and her throat gulped uncomfortably. Still arms crossed and head bowed she pushed her way through the crowd inside the home. Everyone was staring her way.Justine watched as Nikki passed him and he began making his way behind her when Cody seized his wrist.

"No man... " Cody blurted out solemnly.Justine didn't reply. Just a blank stare back at Cody's face."She doesn't want to be congratulated...Or praised for doing something she was forced into doing..." Cody explained.

Watching Justine's expression change... "Nobody does... " Cody added.I watched on along with everyone else. My eyes met with Justine's for a brief moment.

He was staring at me when he pulled Cody's grip from his wrist and strutted into the hallway, to go into the bedrooms."What was that all about?.. " Claire asked, her eyebrows furrowed.I walked to the entrance the sun was burning a orange as it was slowly settling down. I closed the door.

                     Justine's POV

For a few minutes now my eyes were staring blankly up at the ceiling...My head shifted in the white soft pillow.I inhaled the aroma of something cooking was around the air and Adams head came from the doorway watching me.

"Jenna made food if your hungry." He explained, still standing at the door. I looked his way, I was to focus in thought to have a appetite at this time.I simply shook my head.

He gave the wall a few rhythmic beats, with the taps of his hands "Everyone is eating if you change your mind.. " He added and slipped out of sight.I sighed turning over to my side and stared straight at the wall.

A few minutes passed I heard indictinct conversations coming from the walls in the other room. In deep thought I found my eyelids growing heavier as my head turned in the pillow. My eyes blinked once.. And opened...

                                 ...

" Stop looking over here! Damn boy!"... A woman yelled out in great anger. Smoke was filling the small molded room. The sofa she lay upon was dirty, dusty and beat down. Some stuffing from the sofa was slipping out of openings on the green mustard colored couch.

"I can't wait for school to start for your worthless a**.. You sit here... "The woman stopped, taking a break to sniff quick at the white powder on the magazine she held up to her nostril... Beginning again... "Eating up all MY food! " She continued.

I sat on the stained carpet watching the old TV across from her... My mother on one of her daily routines.. . I was afraid of her. Scared of what she would do to me..