What Happened After (Sequel To What Happened In California)

Chapter 15 Jason

After the sleepover with Sarah and Milo, I sneak away back to my house early that Saturday morning. I hurry over to my house. There was something important that I had to do. 

My dad had never kept a gun in the house before, but in light of everything, he came strapped in this house. A pistol will get my point across, but I want more than that, I want him to fear his life, so I take the pistol AND the bigger one. I've been practicing on how to use them, how to load, reload, and unload faster and faster. My dad knows I do this and agrees that a person should know how to protect themselves. He taught me at first, now he lets me do it alone, knowing that I need to.

After I put on a ski mask to hide my identity, I strap the bigger one on my back and load the smaller one in my hand. As soon as Milo gave me his name, I found him only hours later. I know his first and last name, and his school. It was simple to find him on Instagram and people he knew. He's on the football team and a senior. So his practice schedule is on the school website and Instagram page. He practices early this Saturday. I'll catch him on his way home from practice.

I sit and wait, watching him on the field. How dare he hurt him?! He's never done anything to anyone!! He doesn't deserve this! And you don't deserve to live!! Scum like you don't deserve to breathe the same air as the rest of us!!!! 

I realise I'm trembling. I take a deep breath. I need to calm down before I actually kill this son of a bitch.

He starts walking home and I tail him until he's finally alone. Move into his line of vision.

Hello Grendel. "Hello Kevin…"

He narrows his eyes. "Who are you…?" His eyes widen and I know he's noticed my gun.

"That's right big boy, if I were you I'd stay real quiet." I point the gun at him. "I want you to take a walk with me…"

He's pale. Good. "Please man, what do you want? Money? Because I can get you money."

"I want you to shut the fuck up and walk. Now." My voice is plain and flat. Straight to the point. 

He starts walking, his body trembling. He's terrified. Good. 

I take him to the back alley.

"Get on your knees and open your mouth." I don't know what's gotten into me...but I kind of like it. There's this deep darkness inside of me that I keep under lock and key, but it seemed to be tearing out of me. And I allow myself to give into it.

"W-what…?"

I cock the gun. "You heard me you piece of shit. Get on your fucking knees!" I should kill you right here Grendel… but I wanna make you suffer, give you a taste of what you give, let this fear seep into you like you love to watch soak into others…

He shakily gets on his knees, tears in his eyes. I smile.

"That's a good boy… now open your mouth for me."

"P-please..--"

"Open your fucking mouth faggot!" I press the gun between his eyes. That's right bitch… it doesn't feel good when someone pulls the same card on you...when you're helpless, alone, and afraid…

He shakily parts his lips.

"Wider." I command. I watch him open his mouth, his whole body shaking. 

Adrenaline pumps through my veins, making me feel alive. This feeling terrifies me, but electrifies me. I can feel that my eyes are dim and empty. I feel nothing right now but the bloodlust of revenge. For Milo. For Me.

I run my thumb on his trembling bottom lip. "That's a good boy… " I stick my gun in his mouth and his eyes widen. I thrust it in slowly in and out.

"That's right… take it…" I look him in his scared wide eyes, tears streaming from them as he gags on the shaft of my gun. The revenge and look on his face is so sweet it's almost sexually gratifying… 

No! I will not become him, I will not get off on the suffering of others… but look at him… he's filthy, he's garbage! He's-....sobbing…

I watch him sob as he chokes back my gun… he's not him. He's not Grendel. He'd never have admitted defeat so gracelessly. The feeling of the darkness slowly slips away, back into it's locked box where it belongs, and this is no longer fun.

I cock the gun in his mouth and watch him jump and sob louder from fear. "I want you to listen to me, and listen to me very closely. Don't ever go near Milo again. Don't think about him, don't look at him, and if you cross his path, you lower your fucking eyes, do you understand me?" 

He nods.

I take the gun out of his mouth and listen to him cry. "You ever tell anyone about this, you're dead. I know where you live, I know who you are. You ever bother Milo again, you're dead. You understand?"

He nods.

"Speak when I ask you a question bitch." I spat.

"Y-yes, I understand…" he chokes out between sobs.

"Yes what?"

He thinks for a moment, then his eyes get wide with realization for a moment then bows his head.

"Y-yes Master…"

Yeah, that didn't feel good did it?

"I'm going to walk away. Don't get up, don't move, and don't say shit. Count to 130. Then you may leave. You stay any less than that. You're dead. Understand?"

"Yes master…"

"Good Boy." I move away, taking my time, and walk down a block, still being able to see him but he couldn't see me. I watch him cry for 130 seconds exactly. He waits for an extra 5 seconds just in case he counted too fast and then he runs away.

I go home and take my ski mask off and clean and put the guns away. 

Well. That fixes that problem. 

What the hell got into me? I don't know, but I kept it under control, so that was good. But I can't lose myself like that again. I could have actually hurt someone. I'll leave that rage for Grendel...