Riot

CHAPTER 3- "You dont understand!"

"You're apart of Anonymous..."

I couldn't see his face, but it seemed like his eyes were wide open.

I pushed him off and got off the wall.

"Y-You can't tell anybody about this." He says.

I looked back at the blood.

My breath got shorter.

I ran for the door but he blocked it.

I backed up again.

"Sit down." He said sternly.

I nodded no.

"Fine. At least let me tell you what's going on." He said.

I crossed my arms, waiting.

"Yes, I am apart of Anonymous. We were told to go to the protests. Just a little bit ago, a man attacked me."

He didn't look hurt.

"I killed him before he could kill me."

My jaw dropped.

"That's why you need to tell no one. So that's why you are staying here for a while ." He said. He had guilt in his voice.

I thought for a second.

"Fine. I'll only stay if you take your mask off, and let me meet your boss." I say seriously.

He nodded.

"Now."

"I'll take my mask off now, and we can meet him tomorrow morning. You need to sleep."

I nodded.

Please be hot.

Please be hot.

Please be hot.

He groaned as he slid his mask off.

Daddy.

Daddy.

Daddy.

He had dark dreads. It was a blackish brown color. His face was a very nice shape. His eyes were aqua blue. It stuck out from the rest of his features. His face was sweaty from the mask. He also had a little bit of freckles.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer."

I didn't notice how long I was staring until he said that.

I coughed and looked back up.

"Sorry." I said starting to walk to the couch.

Once I laid on the couch, I passed out.

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I slept like shit on the couch last night.  I kept moving around a lot.

I woke up with a blanket on me, which I didn't remember putting on myself.

Meh. I'm probably on crack and going crazy.

I groaned from the pain in my waist.

OH YEAH. I forgot I got shot-

Great times.

My eyes opened, the sun was shining in the living room.

I seen that JJ was at the end of the couch, reading a book.

"Mornin'." He says, continuing to read.

"What time is it?" I say rubbing my eyes.

"Not even a morning back?" He says as he shuts his book.