I Loved The Mullet, Not The Murder

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A/N: I got one vote, so I assume someone wants a second part to this. This is your fault person who voted on part 1. Anyway, enjoy?
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~Justin POV~

"Hey babe?" I call from downstairs. "Did you move the laundry detergent?" Sunday is laundry day, but I can't seem to find the detergent! Jesse is always moving things around and forgetting to put them back, it's probably just in some corner somewhere.

"Oh damn, I think we're out!" He calls back from the top of the stairs. "I'll run and get some, it'll take like 10 minutes. You wanna come?"

I set down the laundry basket I'm holding. "Sure! Hey, how about we get some lunch while we're out? I've been wanting to try that Italian place down the street from the Safeway." I smile and climb the stairs.

He grabs my hand and looks into my eyes. "Sounds great babe, let's do it." He kisses my cheek and we walk off, hand in hand.

~~Time skip~~

It is 10:30 at night, and I hear Jesse stir. I do my best to keep my breathing steady as he slips out of bed. There seems to be no pattern to his late night excursions, and they've been going on for at least as long as we've shared a bed. He is usually gone an hour or two, and he has never mentioned it to me once. Tonight, I'm determined to discover where he goes.

I wait a few minutes until I am sure he is out of the room, then I slip out of bed as well. I pull on some socks and a pair of sneakers and quietly exit the room. He is in the kitchen, I can just see his hands fiddling with something on the counter from my position at the top of the stairs and—

Oh my god.

Is that...

A gun?!

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A/N: Yay, I actually made part 2! I'll write the next chapter when I get one vote or whenever I feel like it, whichever comes first.