Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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His eyes widened as I cocked the gun and pointed it directly towards his head. I could kill him any second now.

"Y-You wouldn't." He chuckled nervously, trying to convince me to put the gun down.

"I-I-"

"Why wouldn't I? You suck, you tried to fucking rape Ben or something, and I hate you. I'm over you." I explained, trying to get through his thick-headed ways.

"B-But, It's not my fault. He didn't move, he could've told anyone but he didn't." He stated.

"NO!" I yelled at him and his eyes widened.

"RAPE IS NOT THE VICTIMS FAULT! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?" I asked but he didn't seem to have an answer.

I rubbed the bridge of my nose as stress put a heavy weight on my shoulders.

"I thought we had something." He mumbled sadly.

"We don't anymore, don't you get it?!" I swung my free hand around.

He started softly sniffling which was not what I was expecting as a response.

I closed one eye as I got ready to shoot.

"D-Don't, WAIT!"

*BANG*

I shot him right between his eyebrows. His face was one of pain and guilt. Then his expression was full of shock. He opened his mouth, a barely audible part of a word coming out before his eyes rolled to the back of his head and his body fell. I starred down at him, suddenly feeling odd.

I looked down at the gun. My hands were shaking. I took out the bullets as I walked over to his lifeless body. I put the gun down next to him after using my hoodie to rub off my fingerprints and made my right hand have a sweater paw as I put the gun gently in his hand. I sighed as I saw the small puddle of blood forming under his head. 

I pushed some strands of hair away from his face. His skin was still warm but I could sense the warmth fading. I gently pushed his eyelids down and he looked a little more peaceful.

I examined his face and noticed large bags under his eyes.

"What did you stay up doing?" I whispered to him. He gave no answer of course. 

Did he actually care about me? No, It had to end this way. To protect me and the people I care about.

Right?

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I walked all the way home. It was a long walk that took around half an hour but I needed it. I needed to be alone after killing my first love.

The soft wind cooled me down after what happened. My hands stopped shaking and my heartbeat went down. There was a weight lifted off my shoulders. I felt lighter and suddenly couldn't wait to see Ben.

When I arrived home I closed my eyes and let out a deep sigh as I put a hand on my front door's handle. I quietly put the key I had into the handle and unlocked my door. I softly pushed it open and looked around. I turned my head to the left and then to the right and gazed into the living room.