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It had been a cold night, Jason was in the kitchen, trying to cook up something for them. He'd fired the cook a few days before, claiming she was snitching on them to Father. It must've been rice, and stew, maybe, because Michael hadn't known if it was blood or hot stew on his brother's hands when he came staggering out of the kitchen.
He looked up from his phone,
'' Ahahhn, topman, shey na stew pour for your hand?''
Jason opened his mouth to say something, but instead of words, blood came gushing out.
He dropped the phone and rushed over to his brother. Jason slumped, time stopped, the room was suddenly very cold.
He tried to pick him up, Jason wouldn't move, he couldn't.
''Jason! Jason! Jason!!!!''
Someone's voice was cracking, croaky. He started crying.
He was squeezing him too tight, the blood was soaking his shirt, he did not care.
''Its not possible, it's not true''
Cradling his brother in his arms, he cried, and cried, then howled and howled some more, till he lost his voice.
The rice was still on fire tho.
"But that's the thing though, you'd think you know someone and then they turn out to be something completely different," I tell her honestly. I remember Jason being this perfect gentleman who always allowed me to speak my mind and be in control and as soon as I was his, he turned into a monster.
Guys can be very persuasive when they want something and they'd go to the ends of the earth to get it. The harder it is to get, the harder they'll work for it, even if it requires them to change and be someone else but as soon as they got you, you'll see a different side of them. I'm not making any mistakes this time.
This story is the sequel to Behind The Lights.
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