Where is my mind?

Saturday, July 03, 2004

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I haven't posted in a very long time and to all those who actually cared, I apologize. I have been busy resetting my life across the continent, in a different country. I have my own apartement now, nice two bedrooms with a fire place and a balcony with an incredible view. Becca and me have just celebrated our six month aniversary and things are still going great. My mom is comming to visit in a few days and she will be staying for a few weeks, we hope everything works out and that she doesnt manage to drive neither of us insane in the time that she is here. The story I submit to you all today is a reworked story that i wrote three years ago but i have lost since. Its a story i always liked because in the end.. well you'll see. So welcome back and hope you enjoy the show. -J

Who Am I? part A

Someone was knocking at the door. She wasn’t expecting anybody. She was told not to answer the door. Her parents were out for the evening at some official business function. Her dad was a vice president for a growing techno firm which made micro processors for many things including toasters. She found it silly that a toaster would need a computer in it but her dad explained that that’s how she never gets burnt toast anymore, the micro processor can tell when the toast is done and pops the toast out so she could enjoy it. She hasn’t eaten a toast since. Something about freaked her out about computers taking over everyone’s life. She never went on the internet even though by now in school it was almost mandatory. She lied to her teachers about not having a computer at home so she could use the one in school with her best friend Molly sitting in front of the keyboard while she asked her to look up some stuff. She would do it next time she kept telling herself always getting Molly to do it for her. She looked over to the lamp and wondered if she should turn off the light. Try and pretend no one was home. She realized that doing that would probably alert whomever was on the other side of the door that someone was home. No lights suddenly just go off do they. Well unless the light burns out she thought. No she would leave the light on. She looked at the phone and wondered if she should call her dad’s cell phone. He was probably still at the reception banquet for the Japanese investors. He would be mad if she called. It was the first time they had actually let her be alone at home. She was so excited that she told Molly all about it during her English class. Finally at 13 her parents were starting to trust her. Well she wasn’t 13 yet, she would turn 13 tomorrow. She had grown so much in the past few years, her hair had gotten a little bit darker from the blonde it usually was. It used to be such a golden color, now it just looked, drab. She wasn’t very tall at 5’5 but her hook shot made her one of the most popular players on her basketball team. She was very active in school: soccer, volleyball, field hockey, prom committee, drama club and she even was in the student council the year before. She decided against it this year because she wanted more time to so she could work in her mom’s arts and crafts store so she could earn enough money to go to the movies with Molly and Alyson her other good friend. Maybe even Derek, the guy she had a crush on. Again the knocking could be heard at the door. She told herself that maybe she should at least go and see thru the peep hole, maybe it was Derek coming over to kiss her, having heard from Molly that she was alone at home. Maybe a happy birthday kiss? It was almost midnight, so yeah anything is possible if you close your eyes and wish hard enough.

She put her book down and got off the couch. There was the knock again. Her heart was pounding… what if it’s a serial killer with a long knife? A chainsaw? A double barreled shot-gun? She sighted in desperation at herself and promised herself never to watch those stupid horror movies again. But Derek liked those movies, and she wanted him to like her so she had to watch them too. She got to the door and stood up on her toes to be able to see thru the peep hole. At first she didn’t see anything at all. She thought that maybe she had taken too long and that the person had left. He suddenly drifted back into view. It wasn’t Derek as she had wished so much. It was her English teacher Mr. Connors. He was drenched from head to toe. His hair was matted over his head. He was looking down at his leg… as if something was wrong. She didn’t unlock the door, she was afraid to. She called from the other side of the door: “Mr. Connors? What are you doing here? Are you OK?” He looked up with a week smile directly into the peep hole. He was a handsome man, very young for a teacher barely even 25. He was replacing Mrs. Montgomery who was away on maternity leave till the end of the school year, which incidentally was almost three weeks away. His glasses were speckled with droplets of water and he was shivering in the cold May wind. He asked her ”I’m sorry to bother you so late, my car broke down and slipped and hurt my leg. I saw the lights on and all I need is to make a phone call. Just to call a cab or a tow truck.. Please I’d be ever so grateful.” She hesitated a moment, she wasn’t supposed to open up for no one… but this was her teacher, she could trust her teacher right? She unlatched the deadbolt and removed the chain. She turned the handle and opened the door for her soaking teacher. He looked at her and smiled. “Thank you Sally. Its really pouring out there. I don’t know what I’d have done.” She giggled slightly and brushed the hair out of her face, “It’s o.k. Mr. Connors, let me get you the phone.” She turned towards the couch and looked for the pretty little red phone she had left somewhere there. She never did notice that Mr. Connors had pulled out a hypodermic syringe full of rohypnol and stabbed her in the back of the neck before her forehead hit the floor.

to be continued...

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Tuesday, April 27, 2004

Some words are harder to speak

Eulogy For KC

I found you hiden in a corner of a little cage. So little and scared. I picked you up and you hid your head in the crook of my arm. I didn't want to let you go. You remember how i carried you in my arms all the way home? You cried all the way. You got along great with Jack, even though he was bigger than you and kept picking on you. When we tried to get you fixed and the vet told us you would die if the sedated you we took the spca to court when they told us that we had to take the risk, because it was in our contract. Luckily they lost, and the money we won in the case was just given back to the organization that gave you to us.

So never having been spayed you gave us kittens too. During your first pregnancy you scared us alot. We thought you were going to die then and there. Two stillborn babies in 24 hours... we grieved along with you. 24 hours later you gave us Rocky. For that I will be eternally grateful to you. Later you got pregnant again but this time all 4 came out ok. Subby, Xiola, Pinky and Rover are what we called them. We had to give those ones up for addoption though, 3 and a half cats was enough. I am sure they are fine and happy wherever they are. Later on in life you got sicker and sicker. now you can barely keep your food down. Half the time you throw it back up, and yes i admit it, it pisses me off everytime. But I kow its not your fault. You never asked to be sick. The fur on your back was falling off. We never understood why or how. It just did. We never took you to the vet but we were afraid of what he might say about you and we couldnt afford to make you better. I'm sorry. Dear god am I ever sorry. No matter how many times i would have told you those words it never would have made you understand just how much I loved you or how much that i really cared for you. All the times i yelled, all the times i got frustrated, I never stopped loving you.

You were always a happy cat, playing with Rocky and Jack. Mostly you running away from them but you got your licks in too. Sleeping in my bed with me when you were pregnant, I remember rubbing your belly while you slept next to me. You curling up in my lap while i watched TV or played video games. I will miss those days.

So this morning I had to drop you off at the shelter. Had to lie about who you were and say i found you on the street and looked sick. Had to lie and say that I thought you looked worse for wear. Had to lie about how my heart was dying right then and there when I had to open up the box and pull you out. You stuggled and didnt want to let go of my shirt when the girl at the counter tried to take you away. You meowed at me, and looked at me with your little yellow eyes as if to ask me "Whats going on who are these people?". I'm sorry Cassie but i have to go, and i can't take you with me where I'm going. I'm sorry it had to be this way. The steps out of the shelter where some of the longest I have ever taken. I heard you meow on last time and I couldn't kiss your head or scratch your ears one last time. I had to walk away. I had to leave you there. I love you with all my heart KC, thanks for everything.

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Friday, April 16, 2004

"I'm sorry ain't good enough anymore..."

Welcome peeps and ghoulies. Thats it its over. Its 5 am but its done lol. Ok so I exhasted right now so lets cut this short. But first a question to all of you reading these lines right now. Did you like it at least? Or am I just writting for myself again lol. This story is more for you than for me. I tried my best to put most of you in it. Sometimes adding friends or people you know just to keep it interesting. Alot of creative writting was incorporated in this story and yes, some truth too. Becca is asthmatic and Brad does love Heather (well at least as of writting these lines to my knowledge...). Does Matt drive like a race car driver? Does Melissa have a toy flashlight? I don't know. It just helps move the story along. I made couples sometimes were couples werent. And sometimes the truth creeps up in odd places like me bringing Trevor (my first online alter-ego) back from the Uproar graveward just to kill him again. So if anyone saw a truth that they didnt want to see or a lie that turned out different I apologize dearly. The one who is concerned knows who I'm talking about. So post me a message here instead of blueing me a message in the room. I'd like to keep a record of those who liked and disliked the story. Hey it might even have an effect on what i write next. You never know. See ya all on the flipside yo! -J

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Reality is stranger than fiction...

An Uproar on Flipside part ten
Conclusion

John just gave Rebecca a grin and lowered his eyes. "Brad if you even look at the riffle funny; Michelle here will shoot you." He laughed sardonically and put the machine-gun down on the table. "Hey baby how are you doing? Good I hope. Have a nice day?" Rebecca was in shock. She didn’t know what to say. Matt lied not even 5 feet away in a pool of his own blood made worst by her sister’s own bullets. Amanda she never cared much for but this… Jody didn’t say anything either. She just looked from John to Brad to John again and then to Michelle pointing the gun in her general direction. "I… I thought you were dead John… I mean…" Rebecca was stumbling on her words trying to seize the severity of the moment. "You stupid bitch. For weeks now John has been telling you that things were going to change soon. You just were too dumb to see it weren’t you?" Michelle answered her She shot a few times into the ground at Brad’s feet just to see him jump and laughed out loud. "Easy there butthead, next one is in your dumbfucked head." Brads eyes were now fixated on her. He recognized her voice from the radio slowly counting down Heather’s last moments. "It was you wasn’t it? You killed Heather you cunt. I loved her I…" "Shut up Brad no one is interested in your stupid little romance. If you can call it that. It lasted what? 4 seconds? She seemed pretty when she yelled out your name as her carcass burned Brad, I made sure of it." Michelle replied. John looked at Becca and asked her: "So baby, I think we need to talk… we should start seeing other people. We’re done. I mean give me a few minutes and you and the others can be together again. I don’t like messy break ups. And besides you and your sister wear the same size, she keeps nagging about getting more shoes and underwear you don’t mind do you?" "You’re both sick fucks you deserve each other. But tell me this John why? Why kill all your best friends? Why are you doing this to me? And who was it that was crucified in our apartment?" John pulled out a cigarette from his jacket and lit it. John had quit smoking when they had both moved in together or so she thought. She knew he sometimes lighted up when he was writing here, especially when facing a deadline. Stress made him smoke sometimes. Was he stressed now she thought? The shitface grin on his face contradicted that idea. He was relishing his moment. He had finally become a character of his own work. "Well let’s see..." He said as he walked down the steps towards her. "Bradley walk over towards Becca and Jody over there wont you?" Brad walk in front of John, following instructions never loosing sight of Michelle whom stared at him with a wicked smile. When Brad had finally reached the two women who were there he realized that he was standing in a military style line up. He wasn’t afraid though. He would rather be dead and back with Heather than alive without her. Jody was quivering, shaking like a leaf. She was afraid and tears were forming in her eyes. One of the men she loved the most was standing here in front of her with a machine-gun ready to kill her. Her friendship with him and Becca was what made her life seem easier. If John and Becca could make it then so could she and Rick. Oh Rick… Thank god he and Nessa were together visiting his folks in Missouri. She would survive this wouldn’t she? John approached Rebecca and looked her in the eyes. He smirked and blew the contents of his nicotine filled lungs into her face. She tried desperately not to let him see her cough but failed miserably. He laughed very loudly and started to speak to all of them: "So you want to know why? Why I did all these things? I’ll tell you why Rebecca- because I got tired of the game. The sick games all of you play. The "holier than thou" shit you all try and pass up for the truth. I fell in love with your sister. And she does things for me you could only tell me about on the phone. You may have a dirty mind Becca, but she is the real thing. And she likes it that way too. She didn’t mind sharing me with Amanda like you did. She actually encouraged it. And besides it was fun. I liked seeing you all scream. Most of it is on videotape. I loved the look in your eyes Jody when you all saw Trevor hanging from the wall. Yes, that was Trevor, doesn’t he look just like me only younger?" To which he added another rant of hysterical laughter. "He had to die didn’t he babe?" he asked Michelle. "I mean how else were we both to be together if all of you were still here? And besides… you’re all a bunch of fucking feuders anyway. Whose drama is next? Who is fucking who, where, what and how?" Brad spoke up and said: "You forgot ‘when’…" "Shut the fuck up boy!" He said as he extinguished his cigarette into Brad’s eyelid. Brad held the scream in his throat... he would not give this asshole the satisfaction of seeing him react. "Good man Brad, finally toughening up I see. So to continue, you all just don’t deserve to live. None of you do. So this is the final solution, the ultimate answer to all the drama. Your little soap opera ends tonite."

He called for Michelle to walk down from the porch and come along side of him. She skipped her way over to him passing the severed head that rested next to Melissa’s body and said "Hey there Tim. What’s up? Ha!" Whom they had killed a few days ago to try out all their new weaponry which was so readily available this side of the border. She leaned onto him and kissed his softly on the cheek. "So whose first babe?" she asked. "Hmm lets see… Brad here deserves a break… he took that cigarette like a man. Jojo? Batter up sweetie!" A look of horror filled her eyes and as she was about to open her mouth a small circular hole appeared in the center of her forehead and blood started to drip down from it into her eyes. She stood there for a minute before her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she crumbled first to her knees and onto the ground. Rebecca screamed and tried to move to Jody’s aide. All sounds seemed blocked from her head as the echo from the gun still rang hard. Jody’s falling body seemed to be in slow motion. Frame by fractured frame it fell down and hit the ground. Michelle kicked her back with one heel to her midsection and raised the gun again. Becca fell down on hands and knees and looked straight into her sister’s eyes. Then right into the barrel of her gun. She saw Michelle’s finger tense on the trigger. "Bye sis, by the way I have bigger boobs." Rebecca closed her eyes and awaited the ending impact. She heard the shot and someone scream "SHIT!!!" Rebecca opened her eyes and saw Brad lying on his side holding himself in the abdomen facing her. "I couldn’t let you die Becca… Get up and run Nags!" he said and he kicked out Michelle’s legs from under her and she fell right on top of John and dragged him down with her.

As soon as John got up to his feet he pulled Michelle back onto hers. Brad got up to and Rebecca hadn’t run away. She dove straight for Michelle and body slammed her to the ground. Brad swung for John’s head but he quickly dodged and threw a punch to his kidneys. Rebecca grabbed Michelle by the wrist and hit her hand against a rock till she dropped the gun. Brad fell to one knee and gave John a quick shot to the balls. He cursed under his breath. Michelle grabbed her sister by the hair and rolled her underneath her. Straddling her and trapping an arm under her knee. Brad got up and kicked John once to the head since he was kneeling forwards. John staggered and fell. Never did have good balance. Rebecca pulled out a knife she had taken with her from her kitchen and plunged it between Michelle’s breasts. "The bigger they are the easier it is to find your heart between them bitch." She said. John rolled over onto his back and pulled out a gun from his waistband under his coat in the back and shot quickly two shots into Brad’s heart. Michelle crumbled onto Rebecca. She was trying to free herself from under her. Brad’s eyes went wide and he fell backwards dropping the rock he had just picked up to bash John’s brains in. Michelle’s body was crushing the air out of Rebecca’s lungs. She was gasping for air. John got up on one knee and slowly went to see Rebecca’s eyes peering into his. She tried to speak but she couldn’t. She tried to inhale but it would not come in. She was having her last asthma attack and she would never have one again. Her face turned white then a pale shade of blue. Her eyes rolled back and glazed over. She died gasping for the air to tell John she was pregnant. He would never know.

John wiped the blood from his nose. Brad might have fractured it he didn’t know. He walked back towards the house and lit another cigarette. "You know those things are bad for you right sir?" "Ah… Mr. Boot! How good to see you dear friend. If you could lend a hand?" Mr. Boot stood on the porch arms crossed. "I heard your little speech earlier sir. One problem though… John 8:7 says: "He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone at her." Are you that man sir? How do you fare in the eyes of Christ our lord and savior? Aren’t you an atheist anyway sir? Who are you to judge them for their sins sir?" "Look Boot, I didn’t hire you to lecture me. Now clean up this mess and let me finish the last chapter of my book. I pay you well enough to not have to hear this shit right now." "Sir I cant let you go sir. You’re right sir. You all deserved to die sir. Goodbye sir" Were the last words John would hear as a bullet flew from Mr. Boot’s gun directly to the dark heart in his chest. The bullet crossed his body after exploding his heart and crashed into the ground behind him. The impact knocked him down and backwards. "You have been booted sir. You all have."

~the end~

Posted at 05:40 am by psyfall
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Tuesday, April 13, 2004

"I just like the sound of it..."

Its almost over... Its been a long time coming but it was worth the wait i think. i had alot of fun writting it. I will be moving to seattle in 17 days now. I am looking foward to seeing Becca on a more regular basis. I have an apartement lined up and school options are really good. I will try and keep you all informed. Talk to you all later, love and stuff. -J

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Corinthians 15:17

An Uproar on Flipside part nine

They took exit 46 off the express way towards Mountain Lake. When they passed the Shell station with the Jack in the Box next to it they turned right and took the empty farmland road for about a mile till they saw route marker 155. They slowed the car down to make sure they were headed the right way. She got out of the car and looked to make sure that the old metal cross, covered with ivy was there. It was. So that must be where they had to turn she thought. It was very dark and they ha to use the high beams of the car as to not miss the nasty turn in the road they were warned about and hit the ditch. The trees had an ominous look as they swayed in the wind, arms waving a warning to those who dared listen. John often talked about this place being ideal for writing because it scared him. When he was afraid the words seemed to flow out of him onto the page. Melissa would miss her talks with him a lot. But right now as she sat in Brad’s car, rolling slowly down the road her mind was more on survival. Brad still had tears in his eyes, not an hour before he found what could have been true love at the instant that she had died. He tried to block the thought of her out of his mind. Why hadn’t he tried to pull her out? 5 seconds… all he would have needed is five small seconds. He could have run in, he could have grabbed her on his way out. Could have, would have, should have… He didn’t even have time to think. He didn’t care anymore. Nothing else really mattered. Rebecca needed him there and he would be there for her. He had to be strong for her. He wanted to protect her if he could. He had his hunting riffle from the weekend he and John had had in the woods last week. Fishing and hunting like when he was young with his dad. He preferred fishing though, but John wanted to shoot some cans and bottles. They reached the end of the road and a wooden cabin that Becca had described to them. He drove the truck past the min gate and down a little, just to leave it out of sight. They got out of the car and looked around them and towards the house. A faint glimmer of light could be seen from an upstairs window. Brad grabbed the riffle out of the back of his truck and walked past the front of his truck towards the front door of the house with Melissa in tow.

Jody was quiet the whole ride over. Becca had finally stopped breathing hard now that she had her asthma pump with her. A quick shot of her steroids seemed to calm down the attacks and she was staring ahead of her down the road. Matt kept fiddling with the radio dial and was cursing that this place was so far from everything. They stopped at Jack in the Box (or Jack in the Crack as John called it), since neither of them had eaten all day. Becca took a one look at her double ultimate cheeseburger and tossed it out the window. "Why the hell did you do that Becca?" Matt asked. "It was John’s favorite… that’s probably why he chose to set up the cabin here." she answered. As they pulled up to the cabin they say two figures creep along the road and duck into the dirt driveway leading up to the house. Matt cut the engine and the light and reached over to the glove box and pulled out a gun he kept there since Bryan Phreak had tried to kill him years ago after the incident in Flipside. Bryan came up to him after closing time when Matt had struck out with some girl called Ashley who was teasing him all night long. He got out and walked to his car that was parked in the alley next to the building. Bryan was waiting next to a dumpster with a knife. Matt got stabbed in the shoulder but Bryan had let go of the blade when he saw the blood. Bryan was mad and wanted revenge but he wasn’t a killer. Matt running more on adrenaline than logic pulled the knife out and into Bryan’s chest. The look of horror on Bryan’s face was something Matt would never forget. The squelching sound of the blade as it ripped fabric and muscle. Piercing flesh and tissue digging its corrugated blade deeper and deeper in the minutes that were actually split seconds. Matt stood in the alley and looked at what he had done. He didn’t mean to do it. He just wanted to defend himself. John showed up minutes later and helped him load the body in the trunk after wrapping it in a painting tarp that was rolled up next to the dumpster.

They dumped the body down into the lake near John’s cabin and went inside for a drink. Since then Matt and John were closer friends, yet Matt feared John for the ease and causality he took it all in with. The detachment and lack of emotion on john’s face showed Matt a side of him he would never want to cross. He got a gun just in case he would.

Matt saw the crouched figure next to the wall next to a female figure. He yelled to get the persons attention: "Hey asshole real slow and real carefully…" The figure bolted upright with a two barreled shotgun aimed right at Matt’s chest. On instinct Matt yanked the trigger and a blast echoed into the night.

Melissa told Brad to get down when she saw the light of the incoming car. They rushed across the road and down towards the house. The grass smelled funny. Brad pulled out the flashlight he still had and lit it. He followed the trail to the house where a pool of blood and someone’s head was laying at his feet. Some animal had gnawed at it and an ear was missing from the scalp. Melissa turned it with her foot and wasn’t able to recognize the face. Brad was freaking out. That’s probably why he didn’t recognize the voice behind him that yelled for him to get up. He leveled his riffle at the voice and squeezed the trigger.

Both bodies hit the ground at the same time, and the lights came on from the house. The door opened and a man walked out holding a machine gun. "Brad drop the hunting riffle please. I don’t want to have to kill you just yet. Besides, Matt is already lying there bleeding from the wound you have just inflicted upon him. It wont take long he is almost gone. Seems he took out Melissa, good shot Matt… didn’t think you had it in you." He looked down from the porch as Brad lay the riffle on the ground. The lights were so strong that they all had problems seeing him clearly. Another shape emerged from the house and shot a series of bullets into Matt’s body as he tried to raise his arm at the man on the porch. "Tsk Tsk Tsk Matty…" she said. Becca was the first to see them both. "John… Michele… what the fuck is going on? Why are you doing this to us?"

To be continued…

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Thursday, April 08, 2004

Bam Bam

And onwards and fowards to chapter 8 buddies. Apologies again to the families and loved one of the victims. Brad I'm sorry that Heather died but it was too late for you to even run ino the house... and her admission that she loved you too was too much for you to do anything about it. Live with it... well you won't but thats besides the point... -J

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Batter up!

An Uproar on Flipside part eight

Rebecca stood next to the door and asked: "Who is it?" A series of shots rang through the door as Matt shoved Jody off the edge of the bed onto the floor. A loud: "Fuck!" could be heard from the other side as the gun jammed and the shooting stopped. Rebecca opened the door and giving her best Barry bonds impression swung as hard as she could and knocked Amanda right on her ass. The machine gun skidded down the hallway out of Amanda’s reach. Rebecca shouted at her: "My…" hit, "boyfriend…" another hit, "is…" yet another hit "dead" she hit her again "you fucking bitch." Matt came in behind her and grabbed the bat before she could hit her again. The bat was covered in blood and the hallway walls were as well. The most loving and knowing family could not even recognize Amanda’s face. Rebecca’s legs and arms were dripping with blood. Rebecca grabbed a vibrating pen she had taken away from Simone earlier and stabbed it once into her eye to make sure she was dead. She clicked it once t watch it vibrate in the dead eye socket. Matt tried to pull her away but Rebecca was continuing to kick the lifeless body sprawled in the hall. After trying for a few minutes to pull her away he gave up when the phone started to ring. Jody wasn’t picking up so he went back in to answer. "Hey Matt, its Brad. Heather is dead. I loved her Matt... I mean, I really loved..." "I know Brad we al know. We’ve all known for a while now we were waiting for you to figure it out. Sorry man. Things are going to hell. Denise was just shot by Amanda and then Becca went McGuire on her. Things are fucked up Brad. Things are really fucked." Jody finally got up and dragged Becca away from Amanda’s dead body that she was still kicking and dragged her to the bathroom to wash her up and maybe change her clothes. "I talked to Farah who lives down the street from Charlene… She was killed in a squad car with agent Thorson from the bar... you know the one who was talking to everyone." "Yeah I know who you mean. So Char is dead too…what the fuck else could go wrong…" "Well since you asked, Brandy and Joey were killed also. Matt they know where we are, I think Becca, Jody, Melissa, you and me are the only ones left. And they know where we live." "Yeah…" Matt was interrupted by Rebecca as she walked out the bathroom wearing one of John’s leather jackets and an evil look in her eye. "Is that Brad?" she asked. "Yeah," Matt answered. He explained the situation and Becca thought about it for a second. She grabbed the phone away from Matt and started talking to brad in quick short sentences. Her mind was now working on full auto mode. She was blocking the image that was not even three feet away of her dead boyfriend behind the sheet that Matt had pulled off the bed. "OK. We’re getting the hell out of here. They know where we are so we will go where they can’t possibly know. "Where are we going Becca?" asked Jody. "Brad is gonna meet us there he is on his way. We are going to John’s writing lodge in the woods of Mountain Lake..."

To be continued…

(You’re fucking kidding me Jon… a cabin in the woods?)

Yes shut the fuck up it’s my story..

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