Young Soldiers (5 Seconds of Summer and One Direction)

Chapter 8: Primark, not a craveyard.

Jack Jumper James.

Jack Jumper James. Jack. Jack. Jack.

I remember his brains getting blown out.

The son of Chandler James died five years ago, on the 22nd of july at midnight. I was there.

Jack Jumper James. God, I remember how annoying he was. And how hot he was. AND how psychotic he was.

*Flashback*

I was lying on the floor of the building, holding my side. The sexy 17 year old in front of me was smiling, holding the knife he cut my side with. His dark brown hair was messy and dirty just like his clothes were from all the fighting and the dust of the old underground parking lot we were in.  There were no cars around, nor any signal so that I could call some back up. All the agents were busy with Chandler James anyway. Jack’s father managed to cause one hell of a distraction so that my father would have to leave me and I would have to walk home alone. Of course, Chandler did that so that his son could kidnap me and cause yet more trouble.

Jack tried to get me into a van but I fought back for a while and started running. I know, it was coward of me but he disarmed me and was much stronger then I was. I tried to lose him through the cars and stuff but he kept up with me. I went down the old parking building, trying to find a way out of this mess. But he through a stone and got me right on the back of the knee. I fell, headfirst onto the hard ground. He came up to me and cut my side open so that I wouldn’t be tempted to run away again.

I looked up to his chestnut eyes. “Why’d you do that, you dork?”                                                                      

He put his finger up to his chin, feigning thought. “Um… Maybe because it’s enjoyable watching you in pain.”

“So I that why you are laughing, because you cut an 11 year old girl and you are proud of it?” I asked, getting up slowly.

“Oh no. I am laughing because laughter is the best medicine.” He said, putting he hands behind his back.

I groaned and put more pressure on the wound.

Jack pouted, tilting his head to the side. “Why so serious?”

God, he’s watched too much Batman. “Oh I know this. And I can definitely say that I was the one who killed the bus driver.”

Jack furrowed his eyebrows in confusion but soon realised what was going on when a double decker bus crashed through the wall.

About forty agents pilled out of there and pointed all their guns at Jack who had already run halfway through the parking lot.

“Emily!” my dad shouted, relief washed of his face. He ran over to me, wrapping me up in his arms.

I whimpered in pain. Dad heard me and pulled away. He looked down and his smile turned into a frown.

“You got a nasty cut there honey. Let’s get you back and safe.” Dad started leading e to the bus but stopped when he saw the piece of paper glued on the bus door.

“I’m coming for you, Emily.” Was written in black on it.

*End of flashback*

That night was the 17th of june. The last time I was him before my dad but a bullet in his head.