He Might Be Bad But He's Mine

He's Gone

JD

As I step out of the shower and open the door with the towel wrapped around the lower half of my body I hear keys being sat down and then footsteps.

"Those damn kids left us in that fucking restaurant and made us look like fucking idiots Mary!" I hear screaming downstairs.

They must think we aren't here?

"Oh shut up John nobody fucking cares!"

"I care Mary!"

"Well I don't you asshole!"

"They're fucking lucky they aren't our kids!"

"We're lucky they aren't out kids!"

"Damn straight!"

"Let's just go to bed John. They'll come home soon."

I feel like I should like yell down there that we're here but I don't really care enough to give them whatever they want or what they would like.

I walk over to the door and shut it very softly as to not let them hear it. I walk over to my suitcase that I dragged into my room from J's before we left for dinner and pick out a pair of basketball shorts and boxers and put them on. I sit on the edge on my bed and think about what it could've or would've been like if I had actually been able to have that time with J earlier and what would've happened if her grams hadn't walked in on us?

Would we have actually done it?

Would she totally regret it afterwards?

Would she want us to go back to being friends?

What would've happened?

I have to stop thinking about that because I could be putting possibly bad things into my head or she could be thinking the complete opposite.

Ugh life is hard!

I lay down in the bed and if I listen really closely I can hear J from across the hall breathing ever so softly. She's so cute. I lay my head down on the pillow and await sleep to takeover my entire body but I can't seem to fall asleep so I get back up and grab the remote from the dresser and turn on the TV and find the sports channel and watch the college basketball game.

Even after two full basketball games I can't seem to fall asleep. I go downstairs and grab something to drink from the fridge and smile when I see the empty Poptarts box lying on the counter.

I walk back up to my room and I read one of the romance novels that Jordan brought with her to keep her occupied during the flight even though she never even read it on the plane.

I finally got to the end of the book two and a half hours later. I throw the book across the room.

"No way that actually happened! There's absolutely no way!" I quietly yell to myself.

I check my phone and it's already 12:45 AM.

I lay back down in my bed and lay my head down on the pillow as I wait once again to go to sleep.

I don't know exactly when I fell asleep but when I finally do I don't feel quite right and my head is pounding.

JORDAN

I wake up as I hear what sounds like James screaming.

What the hell?!

I run across the hall and look into his room as I find out he's not there.

I run downstairs to the second floor to see my grams and gramps standing next to James' body towering over him.

He looks over to me but doesn't say anything as if trying to protect me from my own family so they won't notice me and come after me.

My grams and gramps turn around and grab a knife from the knife set and laugh at each other as they advance towards James laying helpless on the floor with blood pooling from a wound that looks like it might be near one of his main arteries.

"NO!" I yell out running towards them trying to get the attention off of James.

"Stop it you foolish girl!' gramps says as he plunges the knife towards me but I dodge the knife and run over to the door and try and open it to go find help but it's locked from the outside.

"NO!" I yell again.

"STOP! PLEASE I'LL DO ANYTHING JUST PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM ANYMORE!" I keep screaming and pleading with my grams and gramps.

"BABE!" I hear from what sounds really close but I know that James is at least fifteen feet away from me.

"JAMES!!!!!!!" I scream as I see my gramps plunge the knife right into his heart and I watch as all the blood drains from his veins and he turns so pale that it doesn't even seem like a color anymore.

I run over to him and hold him in my arms as I watch him struggle to fight for his life which is fading so quickly. Even if I got ahold of the phone the ambulance wouldn't be there in time to help him.

"NO!! JAMES!! BABY PLEASE COME BACK TO ME!!!!" I sit there holding his body yelling out for my love to come back to me.

"BABY!! NO PLEASE STAY WITH ME!!!!" I scream.

"I CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT YOU HERE!!!! PLEASE COME BACK!!!!! I'LL DO ANYTHING PLEASE COME BACK!!!!!!!!" I scream until I don't have a voice left at all.

He's gone. He's gone. It's all their fault. He's gone.

I hear my name being said and I follow my name through the house until I finally reach the voice.

This is gonna end right now. No more. They're gonna pay for what they did to the love of my life.