With a Chance of Jake

Someone Else

Gosh I miss her. Her smile. Her style. The little laugh she did when I kissed her hand. She used to be so vibrant, and bright, and full of life. Then she met Zach, that piece of shit. I mean if only she had've been strong enough to resist him. I know he's been feeding her constant drugs, and that trip to Hawaii didn't help her one bit. Especially since I wasn't there to sober her up like usual. I remember the nights she'd come crying to me telling me she knew Zach was cheating with some model, but she was so in love she didn't wanna leave. I hate him, and I want him dead! Dead!

"Jake"

"What Jessie"

"Don't do anything bad please"

"What do you mean"

"Well I mean you look really upset, and you're going out right? Just don't do anything bad"

"I won't Jessie"

I put the car in drive and pulled off; the text from Aramis earlier was still swarming my head: "He's taking one of his girls out tonight, and he's making it real big". I knew it wasn't Ashley, her father would never let it happen.

I turned the corner, letting the tires screech loudly. People screamed, fuck them. There they were. Big limo, Tuxedo, a little bit of Paparazzi. I sat there watching him and this girl walk into the restaurant. She was tall, with blonde hair, and a dress that flowed all the way down to the floor and dragged behind her. Definitely not Ashley.

After about 2 hours they returned. He was carrying her out, their lips doing nothing but kissing. The sight of him infuriated me. I knew what I had to do.

She got in first, and then he got in on the right. They pulled off and turned the corner. After driving for 4 blocks, they turned on the right turn signal. It was my only chance. I started speeding up, then 80MPH, full speed.