On The Run

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I gave Adam a confused look. "What do you smell?" I asked. He didn't respond.
"Wait. Do you hear that?" He asked.
"No what the heck are you talking about?"

I was so confused. Adam then got up and hurried down the porch stairs. I quickly followed him. He looked around the right side of the house then made his way to the left. I was so confused, what was he smelling? What was he hearing? I watched as he moved to the the left side of the house and stopped dead in his tracks for just a second then continued to move, this time more slowly. He inched away stepping closer to the bushes that surrounded the house. He looked over to me then away before disappearing in the darkness. After a few moments I heard yelling and dashed to the side of the house. That's when I started to smell it.

Gasoline.

I felt my heart suddenly drop as I looked around the corner. Jackson was standing there holding a lighter. To the left of him was a bright red gas can. Adam was trying to calm him down and was slowly moving his hand to get the lighter from him. I placed my hand upon the house and made a sour face when I touched something wet. Jackson had poured gas on the house and was going to light it.

That's not Jackson. He was my best friend. He wouldn't ever do that. He wouldn't. Would he? No he wouldn't. This is his childhood home. He would always talk about how Adam and him would inherit the house and fix it up and make is better. He has made so many memories in this home. Why would he want to watch it burn to the ground. He wouldn't.

I debated getting closer. I could calm him down. Maybe he would listen to me. I didn't know what to say. Any wrong move could change everything. I mean everything. This would effect all of our futures. I took a deep breath and slowly made my way over to Jackson. I smiled when he caught a glimpse of me hoping it would make him stop doing what he was about to do. I knew he would regret this forever.

"Hey Jack I have popcorn and a movie ready in the basement you wanna come?" I asked smiling.
"Why don't you and your little boyfriend go watch it? Maybe he'll actually get some for once because you're just a big ass thot."
"What has gotten into you Jackson? You've completely changed. Where did the boy I met in middle school go? I want him back. I don't know who this is but he's a complete and total ass hat so shut the fuck up and stop acting like a five year old." I said, I felt my heart speed up.

He smirked and didn't say a word. He picked up the gallon of gas that neither of us thought to pick up while he wasn't paying attention. He continued to drown the house in the nasty smelling liquid. I didn't know what to do. He could light the house up in flames at any given moment. And for what? Revenge on his mother? Petty.