choke ↣ joshler ✓

10. Blonde

Me: maybe I should stop watching or reading things that encourage this

Also me: watches almost all of the Ted Bundy tapes in one day

Dallon parked two streets down from where they had found Josh's dad. Josh assumed the house belonged to his new... girlfriend? It was one of the poorer neighborhoods in Scarlettesville (which wasn't saying a lot because most of the streets were shit) and it hadn't taken them long to find the place, maybe fifteen minutes.

It was around two am since Josh had only gotten to Dallon's at one. Jordan went to bed a mess after the events from that afternoon and Josh, once again, waited for him to fall asleep before leaving. It took a lot longer than he thought it would.

"Are you sure you're okay with this?" Dallon looked at Josh from the rear view mirror. Brendon had gotten shotgun this time because he wanted to hold hands with Dallon while the older drove.

"Me? I don' care. It'd be nice ta see that son of a bitch gone finally," he shrugged, feeling no remorse. He had made Jordan cry and wanted to hurt him too. He deserved whatever came to him.

Josh knew both occupants of the house were sleeping because one, his dad was a lazy fuck who always went to bed by ten (when he used to come home at night at least) and two, all the lights were off in the house. He didn't say anything as he pulled his hood up and exited the SUV. The other three got out as well and began walking to the house.

It didn't take long for them to get there and they went around the back to get in, seeing a one step porch that led to a door. They approached the door and Josh bent down, grabbing the pocket knife from his back pocket to begin picking the lock. He had done this countless times before and 99.9 percent of the locks or security in their town were shit so it usually didn't take him long to get it done.

"What if Josh's dad wakes up or some shit 'nd sees us?" Ashley whispered, raising an eyebrow. Josh knew she wasn't nervous. She never was. She was just trying to make sure everything was mapped out.

Josh was about to reply when Brendon pulled something out of his pocket. A gun. More importantly, Josh recognized it as his dad's gun. "Dumbass made the combination ta his safe his precious son's birthday," he smirked.

"Won' that be loud?"

"Ain't goin' use it unless we have ta," he flipped it over in his hand. "I got a silencer too. It goin' make it quiet enough."

That was enough for Josh to turn back and finish picking the lock. Brendon knew what he was doing. He had never fucked up anything for them before.

A few moments later the knob clicked and Josh turned it, allowing the door to open. He grinned at his friends as they entered the house and they realized soon that it brought them into a kitchen.

"The stairs are over there," Dallon pointed out. "And I can see his dad is sleeping on the couch over there. The girlfriend must be upstairs."

Ashley looked at Josh, her blonde bangs falling into her face due to the hood that was over her head. "You 'nd Bren go get the girlfriend. Dal 'nd will get your dad. I don' wantcha ta pussy out."

"Why can' I go with Dal?" Brendon pouted.

"'Cause after seein' J's face I wanna make sure that fucker suffers," she whispered, a psychotic look in her eye. Josh had never seen that look her on her face before and he smiled. "Plus I wan' Dal with me. He's smart so he can help me fuck this guy up."

Josh pressed a quick kiss to her cheek before grabbing Brendon's hand and pulling him up the staircase, careful not to disturb Bill on their way over. Josh wasn't all that worried though, the man could sleep through anything.

They reached the top floor and sure enough one of the bedroom doors was open and Josh could see a blonde sleeping soundly in the bed. Such a shame she wouldn't wake up in the morning.

Brendon looked at him and grinned before leading Josh into the room, their hands still locked. He shut the door quietly before walking over to the bed and letting go of Josh's hand. He smirked and held a finger to his lips to signal for them to be quiet. Josh almost laughed. Of course Brendon would be dramatic about this.

Brendon very carefully and very quietly approached the woman. Josh noticed she looked about their age and realized Ashley's assumption was right when she said their dad was with some college aged girl.

Josh watched in fascination as Brendon pulled the thick leather gloves out of his pockets and slid them on, the length of them ending a little before his elbow. Josh's eyes continued to follow Brendon's hands as they made their way to the woman's neck and wrapped around them gently. She started to stir and Brendon squeezed, blocking the windpipe from getting any oxygen.

Eventually, she went totally still. Breaths barely left her body and Josh knew she was unconscious. Not dead. Yet.

Brendon flicked on the lamp and grinned at Josh. "Your move."

Josh smiled back and pulled the butcher knife out of the pocket that the pocket knife wasn't in and crawled up on to the bed, straddling the woman to get the job done better. He already had gloves on from when he picked the lock so this was going to be easy.

He took the knife and lifted her shirt, running the blade across her stomach before stabbing her chest a few times to make sure he got the area around her heart. It was better when his victims put up a fight but they weren't secluded so he took what he could get.

Josh brought the knife vertically down both thighs and watched was the blood seeped out on to the sheets. He held the object he was holding out to Brendon. "You want a go?"

Brendon took the weapon from him and began to carve something into her arm. Josh was confused for a moment before he pulled back and saw 'Bill' messily cut into her skin. Josh laughed and shook his head. "What was that for?"

"Just felt like it," he winked.

From downstairs they heard muffled groans and grinned, knowing their friends really were fucking his dad up.

Josh let out a satisfactory sigh. They got what they deserved. He was just helping deliver the punishment. And man, did it feel amazing.