Never Love An English

Angel With A Pistol

Be Jane:

There he is, my boyfriend, walking up to my front door. I watch him as he gracefully opens the door, wrapping his arms around me. I giggle, his black hair a mess, green eyes shimmering, jacket following every move, shoes with dirt smudges. He kisses me. "Hey Janey, " he says sweetly. You feel yourself swooning.

"Hi Jakey." I say with a bright smile. I hear slow movements, like little clicks across the floor. Jake pulls away from me. I hope he hasn't forgotten again, Bec still hasn't recovered from Jake's last attack.

"Jakey, it's just Harley. Remember?" I ask him. He looks into my eyes then back to the dog. Harley that fluffy, albino, Labrador. She runs and jumps on me, licking my face. I giggle while also being disgusted at the slobber. "Hoo hoo hoo! Harley! S-stop the licking! Hoo hoo, that tickles! I'm gonna be covered in slobber!" I said, laughing while ruffling Harley's fur.

Jake pets Harley, telling her to get off. She bounces on Jake then runs off through the house. I lay on the floor, calming my laughing down to a silence.

Jake holds his hand out, helping me up. My smile hasn't left since he got here. We've known each other since we were 5.

We'd been watching a movie, cuddled up on the couch, for quite some time. My father came downstairs and Jake immediately stood up with a pistol in his hand. Father held his hands up in the air for mercy. Jake grabbed father by the shirt, Jake pushing the other male to the wall with a thud. "Who are you and why are you here?" Jake questioned.

Oh gog, please no. Please not this again. Please remember us Jake, please don't kill my father.

"ANSWER ME!" Jake demanded, slamming my father's back into the wall once again.

"Jake Please, he's my father. Remember? Don't hurt him." I cried out. Jake let go of my father, holding onto me as father fell to the floor.

That's when I saw the look in Jake's eyes, the blood on the floor. On Jake's hands as well. "Janey that man was going to hurt you. He broke in and entered, he doesn't belong here." Jake said. I had tears running down my face.

"Y-you k-killed m-my f-father..." I said emotionlessly, I fell to the ground. Crying into my wrinkled shirt that my grandfather had given me before he'd died. The thought only made me sadder as I looked at the stuffed figure of my grandfather beside the fireplace.

"Why are you crying Janey?" Jake asks.

"You flibbing killed my father!!! I have every right to be upset!" I yell. My face is hot, my body shaking. My feet won't stay still. I run up to my room, locking the door after slamming it shut.

M-maybe I'll text Dirk.

[gutsyGumshoe GG started pestering timaeusTestified TT ]
15:30 (3:30pm)

GG: hey Dirky

TT: sup Janey

GG: I'm a little depressed at the moment.

TT: anything I can do to help?

GG: unless you can bring the dead back to life, I'd say no.

TT: woah, what happened over there Janey?

GG: My father..

TT: did he pass away?

GG: yeah...

TT: I'm sorry to hear that, he was pretty young. Well at least I think 35 is kinda young for that.

GG: I just need someone to vent to, someone that listens.

TT: I'm all ears Janey.

GG: Jake.. He...

GG: Jake killed my father...

TT: What!?

TT: where are you?

GG: in my room with the door locked.

TT: no matter what, don't let him in your room.

GG: Dirk who in the right mind let's a murderer in their room after they've killed your father right in front of you?

TT: true, but still. No matter how much he wants in, don't let him.

TT: this isn't really him, it's just his mental illness. You can survive this Jane.

GG: I hope so.

TT: baracade the door, I'm coming.

GG: no Dirk don't-

[timaeusTestified TT ceased pestering gutsyGumshoe GG]
15:54 (3:54)

Ugh, now Dirk will be killed as well. I'm trapped in here. My windows are bullet proof and don't open,I can't leave my room and go to the front door, I have no secret exit.

I start moving my dresser but it's heavier then it looks. Someone is banging on my door. I can hear his voice screaming my name, "Damn you! Open this fucking door Janey!!!"

My body is shaking so much that I can't even walk. My computer is getting many notifications. Probably Dirk.

The door is kicked down. Jake comes towards me, "don't run away from me darling" a sharp aching is in my side as I fall over. "It'll only cause you pain."

I had been shot by my own boyfriend, my blood covering my favorite shirt and skirt. I slowly fell asleep.

Suddenly the world got brighter as I opened my eyes. Jake is laying against me on the couch. I look to the stairs, I don't see any blood. Maybe that was all a dream. I move Jake, getting up and going to the bathroom. I wash my hands after doing my business and decide to check my pesterchum.

I get my laptop, getting myself comfortable. I go to Roxy, nothing. Jake, one <3. That made you blush. UU, nothing. No trolls bugging you. Dirk, message saved as draft "GG: no Dirk don't ". That text seems really familiar.

I read the one before it, "TT: barricade the door, I'm coming." What is happening here?

"GG: Dirk who in the right mind let's a murderer in their room after they've killed your father right in front of you?" Killed my Father?

Wait, the gun shot. Jake had shot me almost immediately after this conversation. I look at my shirt. He seems to have dressed me in bed clothes. I lift my shirt, I sloppy stitched hole right next to my belly button. My breathing gets heavier.

I run downstairs with my laptop. Trying to unlock the front door as fast as I can.

I felt his hands grab me as I'd almost escaped. I take my phone from my pocket. Starting to dial 911. I accidentally type 19, but it wouldn't have mattered. He threw my phone at the wall. A gun put against my head.

The pain went through my body, my side hit the floor. "Sorry for no last words, this way was funner." Jake says. The last thing I saw was the house across the street before everything stopped and anything open, closed.

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