8:35 AM
"Ughh.. what the fuck..?"
Jack could hear the water still running from the shower head. As he was lying down on his chest. His head pounded like drums and he felt a sting in his mouth.
"What the fuck!?"
He weakly pushed his body above the small puddle of blood that swarmed around the tile in the bathroom. In his nakedness he was cold. He leaned against the sink as blood ran down his mouth and some was in his hair.
"What the bloody fuck!? My fucking tongue!"
He said in a lisp as he stuck his tongue out and it looked like a slice meatloaf that had been grinded.
"Well fucking Bloody Mary!"
Jack said with a bit of anger as he put his underwear and cargo shorts on.
"Where is my fucking phone?"
Jack looked all around his room which was cleaner than Mr. Cleans bald head.
He then opened the room door in anger.
"Come on!!"
Then he heard it that repetitive buzzing sound.
He turned and saw his phone next to the front door. He quickly felt his body go cold again. BUZZ! BUZZ! He felt the vibrations going through his veins. He looked at the screen as he picked it up.
A missed call and message was left.
The message read:
Hello.
We know who you are Jack Cola.
Jack's face went numb. He pinched himself as he read the number.
"Dumbass pricks think they can prank me!?"
Jack recalled the number.
The line buzzed.
"Pick up..pick up.."
Jack said as he felt a ball of energy going through his body like a fast game of Pong.
He heard mumbling and rummaging. A man's voice and woman's but he couldn't make out what they were saying.
Then the line hung up.
"What the fuck?"
He said looking at his phone.
"I'm going fucking crazy."
He then laid on his couch and fell asleep.
