Daddy's Little Psycho {DISCONTINUED}

seventeen

***TW// SUICIDE***

Billie rarely ever let Jimmy take full control, but as he was going to Mike's, he heard Jimmy saying that he could completely their mission to make sure Mike was going to go to Hell. Jimmy never said what the plan was, but Billie just let him come out.

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Billie wanted Jimmy to turn around and make sure Tré was okay. But Jimmy had other plans and he was too far out for Billie to get him back in.

Jimmy kept Mike in tow to the hotel. On the third floor. Mike seemed to be listening to Jimmy and Jimmy was overall a persuasive voice. They entered the room and Jimmy sat on the edge of the window.

"Come, sit with me, Mike," he said, sounding how Billie would normally sound. Mike nodded and sat down on the edge.

"Y'know, you told me that your girlfriend died, do you wanna be with her?" Jimmy said, looking at the height. Mike looked down and back at Jimmy.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked, looking back down.

"Well, do you want to be with her?" Jimmy asked, "It just takes one little slide then, you're with her forever."

Mike shuffled a little before setting his hands behind him. He started to slowly push before the door slammed open. Both Jimmy and Mike looked back and saw Tré standing in the doorway.

"Don't do it, Mike, you're worth everything, stay on Earth longer," Tré said. Jimmy looked back and went back in to lock Tré in the bathroom.

"Don't listen to him, listen to your brain, it's telling you you're worth nothing, that you won't need to do anything, your girlfriend and mother are dead, and your father? He thinks you're a disappointment, go make the jump, you'll be less of a nuisance to everyone around," Jimmy yelled. Tré banged on the door, trying to stop Mike. But Mike was too far in. He sat back down on the edge and looked down. Fear ran through his veins and he gave a small push.

"Yes!" Jimmy yelled. Tré was still screaming from the bathroom. Finally, Mike disappeared from view. The was a faint scream and Jimmy looked out the window, seeing Mike on the ground. He smiled menacingly and went to let Tré out.

"NO, NO, NO, YOU DEMON, YOU JUST LET HIM DIE LIKE THAT?!" Tré yelled. Jimmy kept his smirk on and picked up Tré by the lightly colored shirt. Tré felt scared.

"Listen here, angel, I did what I was supposed to do for Billie, I may be a fucking demon, but I care for the little bitch that never lets me have fun up here," Jimmy said, pointing to his head. Tré nodded, scared of the now even taller demon.

--EN: what the fuck did i just read and edit. i do not like how i don't know where this will go. aND NOOO MIKE. give the chapter love (and wine), and i'll give the author the secret hate you have for killing mike n shit. s h h i never said that, ok? aight imma head out ~ rin--