Pumped-Up Kicks 2

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Previously on PUK
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Eventually I sat in the drivers seat of my car and took in the scene in front of me. Logan was here. For one thing I could see his car and for another I could feel it. "What the hell?" I spoke underneath my breath. The front door was open. I killed the engine and ran inside with Jase behind me gasping loudly. Glass was broken and shattered on the floor. Bloody handprints covered the walls. Overturned couch cushions and photo frames were on the floor. "Jared!"

"Christ." Jase cursed and pulled out his phone immediately tapping on his screen.

"Call 911." He pressed the phone to his ear and we searched every room pretty much the same. Broken vases and papers every damn where. "Jared where are you?" I called out for him. I stopped dead in my tracks. It looked like a war went on in the living room. And this knocked the wind out of me.

Trails of bright red blood rushed like a river. Bookends were broken. More glass. And I followed the trails before I stopped. He didn't. He couldn't. Logan stood overtop of a very still Jared. Too still. I moved closer and got a glimpse. Logan breathed heavy and had wild bright blue eyes. I covered my mouth with two hands.

Jared's eyes were open but no life was behind them. He was dead. And he wouldn't come back this time. Police sirens were heard outside. And Jase was trying his hardest to pull me away.

Jared was dead. Logan had killed him. Because he was Robert with a quick hand that killed all the other kids with the Pumped Up Kicks.
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Telly

It's been 4 months. Logan was locked up and me? I was being held captive in Galandria again. Logan was a killer. Jase was a player and I was dying. I wasn't allowed to leave until tomorrow. I paced across my room nervously waiting. I wanted to be out of here. I would've left a while ago if I knew how to get back home.

Home. I haven't been in Seattle in so long. School was over and summer had started. I stopped walking and sat down on my chaise with my iPad. Jase came in just then. "Hey princess. I can't wait to go home." He sat next to me and place his hand overtop of mine. "What's wrong Tell?"

"I'm scared. What is he gonna do when he gets out?"

"Emmett is talking to him right now. Logan will be fine. He should be grateful that you pleaded for him to be bailed out in the first damn place." Jase poked my side and I traced patterns in my summer skin. It was the right time for Jase to be orange so I didn't question it. "Are you scared?"

He squeezed my hand and I looked into his eyes. A nice shade of emerald.
"Yes." I nodded shamelessly. Of course I'm scared. Logan fucking murdered J. Why wouldn't I be scared? "I just want to go home and pretend that these past 9 months never happened." I ran a hand through my hair and sighed. Jase wrapped his arm around me. Things were like that between us now.

"I'll tell you what. Since you couldn't do anything for your birthday, when we get home, let's get matching tattoos." I looked at him promptly and then my eyes traveled to his already inked chest. I traced the ridiculous words. It's a metaphor. But it's really not. He bit his lip and twirled the ring with his tongue.

"Doesn't it hurt?" I tilted my head to the side because I've heard things from people that it did. He twisted the earring in my ear and snickered softly. I still trace the words that you could see clearly. Thanks for wearing a low cut shirt Jase.

"No not at all. And I think you're really gonna like it. Because you can't stop tracing mine." Jase wiggled his eyebrows playfully and I smiled a small one. "You really need to eat bae."

"How can I eat when I'm constantly worried and always not hungry." He poked my arm. No I'm not anorexic but yeah I stopped eating again. No one can tell me to eat because I'm worried about damn near everything. And I'm also afraid that anything I force down will just come back up. "And stop insulting me you're acting as if I'm a skeleton."