My Life With a Killer (Jimmy Casket. VenturianTale Fanfiction)

Chapter 11

(Carter's POV)
The silence stretched between the two of us. We were only on opposite sides of the table but it felt as though we were a mile apart. Jessie hasn't looked at me ever since last night when he looked up at me in the window. We've never through something like this before. I may have gotten angry at him multiple times but he usually calms me down and fixes everything within a few minutes. I've never felt anger from him. He hasn't spoken to me at all since yesterday and that's what scared me the most. I could feel vibes of anger, pain, and sadness coming from him. After a few more minutes of silently eating lunch I couldn't take it anymore.

"Say something," I begged. "At least look at me."

"What are you doing with him?" He asked, keeping his eyes cast downward on the table.

"I-I don't know. He's kind of my friend," I admitted.

"How can he be your friend? He killed our parents," Jessie said, his voice rising. "He kills lots of people! He's dangerous!"

"You don't even know him!" I yelled back. "He's sweet and funny and weird but in a good way!"

"I feel like I've been betrayed," Jessie whispered. "My own sister, cuddling in the backyard with the murderer that killed my parents."

"They're my parents too," I stated. "And we weren't cuddling."

"Oh really? Then what do you call laying on his chest with his arm wrapped around you then?" Jessie asked, I didn't say a word. "Are you two dating or something."

"I-I don't really know," I mumbled.

Jimmy never made it clear as to what our status was. Jessie hit his fist on the table scaring me out of my daydream. He abruptly stood up from the table and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

Something must've caught his eye because he stopped and turned. Jessie pulled Jimmy's knife out of my UGG where I stashed it.

"What is this?" He asked.

"Jimmy's knife," I murmured. "He gave it to me."

His face showed disgust as he threw open the front door and stormed outside. I quickly ran to the porch as he made his way for his car.

"Where are you going?" I called.

"The police station," he said.

"No!" I ran out to him and grabbed onto his arm that still held the knife. "If you do then I'll get arrested too!"

"I'd rather have that happen than live with my back stabbing little sister," he said hastily.

I gasped as he jerked his arm out of my hands. Jessie jumped in the car then sped off down the street. Frustrated I kicked the garage before running back inside. Tears ran down my face as I locked the door and curled up in a ball on the couch. I got texts from Georgina but ignored all of them. After what seemed like a few hours I went into the bathroom. My tears have finally stopped, probably because I cried myself dry. My eyes were bloodshot and my skin was pale. My jet black hair was disheveled and the blue specks in my eyes seemed to have completely vanished, leaving my irises silver. I was still in my polka dot pajama shorts and The Beatles shirt. I went into my room, quickly changing into a white t-shirt with a brown leather jacket, black leggings, and black combat boots. I went back into the bathroom, brushed my hair and did my make up until I looked almost emotionally stable. I went back and sat on the couch, almost as though I was waiting for the police to come and take me away. Where's Jessie? I wondered. Maybe he didn't go to the police like he said he would. I pulled out my phone and dialed his number. It rang and rang until an automated voice said to leave a message.