Lost with out him.
-Jess-
The door bell rang silently,
Outside mansion doors. Not moving to scared of my own, fears of ending like my father. I quickly scurried to door and looked in peak hole,
See other reporter waiting, with his pad and pen. For new, stories to feed on lie to, world.
Sighing I left the reporter to his forever waiting and, sat on bed cried not knowing what to do about the horrible, voice ringing through my ears like a dream never ending.
-Justin pov-
Lying in my cell hearing,
People laughing and shouting names. I began to wonder about Jess and my family.
"shes won't make it boy" creepy old voice said coming out darkness. "who are you ?"
I asked wondering if he knew mr Montez murdered.
The old man just repeated, same thing, he said before. his wobbling wrinkle bruised, ankles and feet. Came out of the darkness.
Watching him carefully,
He slowly walked over to beds.
And cold shot sniff. He had, white short, White sliver hair his skin, was shimmer and his throat had huge lump,
It looked like has been cut somewhere.
His eyes dark blue and had, one missing tooth on top of, his mouth.
Not knowing what to say man I went back into my lost of, thought.
I needed jessica more than anything right now.
