psychotic; jmb

chapter eleven

joey barges into my room without giving me any notice.  he runs towards my desk and frantically pulls the drawers open. 

"what the fuck are you doing?" i stay on top of the pillow that i placed my file behind.

he continues to search through my drawers with absolutely no sound coming from his mouth.  once he reaches the last drawer he slams it shut and grasps his forehead with his hands. 

he lets go of himself and stares at me. "where is
it?" he flat out asks me with an annoyed tone.

i know exactly what he's talking about, but i pretend to act like i don't.  there's no way i'd get out of this without getting in serious trouble, or alive when it comes to joey.

"what do you mean?" i pull my covers off of me, purposely showing him my tight spandex and sports bra; his favorite outfit i own.

my hair dangled and threatened to fall from the loose ponytail it was held back by.  he likes my hair when it's messy like this, which give me the greater advantage.

his mouth drops the slightest bit that it isn't even really open, though i watched his chin move.  it took me all my strength not to smile at his curiosity of how far he could really get with me sexually.  let me tell you, it's not very far. 

"you have it," he looked me in the eyes, "you have that look on your face."

i think for a comeback, "what, the same one you've been staring at since 2016?"

2016 was the year joey's first paperwork was dated.  his face immediately changed when he realized the greatness of what i just said.

"where is it."

i shrugged, only making him aggravated more.

he walked towards me and pulled me off the bed like you'd hold a baby.  his left arm sat under my two thighs as he searched around my bed with his right hand. 

i screamed and shrieked at him, even hitting him sometimes, though it did absolutely nothing.  every time i'd do something he'd hold on tighter than he was before.  

he lost his grip on me for a slight second and just so coincidentally moved his hand forward under my butt.  of course, my weakness.  joey knows I don't want his hand anywhere near my butt.  his grasp shuts me up very quickly.

 I watched as he pulled apart my pillow from my comforter.  with all my power I pull myself up him and tried to block his sight with my chest.  so there we sat, one hand of joey's on my butt and joey's face buried in my boobs.  his expression isn't visible, but I know he's got his classic smirk plastered on his stupidly perfect face.

joey's hand fell away from my butt, only allowing my legs to support myself from falling.  I slipped away from him and he regained his sight again after I removed my chest from himself.  

I realized his fingers reached the file by the expression on his face.  my eyes didn't dare to look back at what I knew would cause me to be in a lot of trouble.  

"lying to me?" he turns to me, a little more shocked than I thought he would be, "and stealing my personal belongings?"  the way he talks to me reminds me of my past days when i'd gotten in trouble with my old teacher.  I think the 'personal belongings' really through me off.  it really has that old guy, teachery-feel.

my head falls down and I suddenly have a greater interest in our socks.  mine are different colors, of course.  his are more monotone and they actually match.  it reminds me of our personalities.  

he taps my foot with his toes pointed and it brings back a pleasant and freshening memory.  the time me and joey had first met.  that was a time when I wasn't caught up with this whole psychotic mess.  though, from what it seems based on the whole mom-knowing-joey's-gang situation I would've been in this anyways.  

I miss the old joey.  what I mean by "old joey" is the joey i'd known only a bit about.  a joey without all the body counts, murders, and creepy stalker files.  

my mouth opened and closed abruptly as a out of breath tayler barges into the room, "joey, car, now." 

"i'm busy," joey motions at me, but Tayler doesn't notice since he's bent over with his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.  

though he didn't notice the motion, he heard what joey said and protests against with, "it's bad.  dude, you gotta come," he looks up, "rose too."

joey drops the file and grabs my hand.

"so, how bad is this exactly?" I question, wondering if I even want to join them.

"terrible." 

and with that, we went roaring down the road.