A Story of a Killer - Chapter 13: Chapter 13
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“That necklace looks a lot like the one on the news article buddy.” Tony said while looking me straight in the eyes.
“Yeah I know right? What a coincidence.” I played it off with a chuckle which he didn’t seem to buy.
“You know Titus, we have been friends for a long time,” He places his right hand on my shoulder and looks me straight into my eyes. “ If you need anything and I mean anything don’t hesitate to ask. It's been us against the world since forever.” I knew that he knew, or at least he had a feeling as to what was going on. As of now, I wasn’t entirely sure if I could trust him fully. So instead of answering, I gave him a tight-lipped smile.
“Of course man, I know that.” With one last pat, he got up from my bed, stretched and walked towards my room door. Before he walked out though he turned back towards me and winked.
“I’ll be back soon with my stuff bunny don’t wait up too late for daddy to come home.” Picking up my pillow I tossed it at him while he was running out. The pillow ended up hitting the closed door and you could hear the sounds of his robust laughter coming from the hallway and after a few seconds, you hear the front door closing.
I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about this whole ordeal. We are friends and all, hell we’ve been friends for years but if that friend poses as a liability then it has to be dealt with, plus friends are expendable. For now i'll just monitor how he behaves.
Honestly, I don’t think I have much to worry about Tony since his father is a bit shady himself. I mean he isn’t a drug g lord a or a mafia leader or anything like that but would have no problem scamming you or beating you into a pulp for not having his money. Tony’s dad is a loan shark a pretty big and aggressive one at that, from what I know he’s never actually killed someone he just roughed them up a bit to be on life support just to get his message across.
Realizing I never texted Jacob back I pulled my phone off of my chest and typed him a response. The message was a quick ‘You’re welcome.’ He didn’t reply back after that, maybe it was because I left him on delivered for too long and that actually made my chest hurt knowing that he may not want to talk to me right now. Not dwelling on that for too long since it might make me depressed I turned on Crunchyroll and started watching Attack on Titan, yeah I’m into anime still, hell I can’t help it that it’s so interesting. Getting comfortable I settle more into my bed, with pillows behind my back and get ready to binge one of the best shows ever created.
A couple of hours have passed since Toby left and Jacob has still yet to text me back. I’m now on season 3 of the anime and I was feeling two emotions right now, one being suspicion the feeling coming because Toby hasn’t been back in a while and the other emotion is concern because would’ve been texted me right now. So solving one of two worries I decided to call Jacob instead of waiting but the call went straight to voicemail.
Maybe he’s sleeping?
Once that thought crossed my mind Toby burst through my room with a loud yell.
“Daddy’s home!” The smile was wide on his face but my face remained hard. “Oh come on don’t look at me like that.” He went to grab at my face but before he could touch it I grabbed his wrist and squeezed.
“Where the hell have you been Toby?” My face helps almost no emotion but I knew that my eyes spoke volumes.
“Calm down buddy.” He let out a nervous laugh and tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let go.
“I’m not playing with you, Tony.”
“Come on man I don’t know anything you didn’t tell me anything plus even if you did, do you really think I would sell you out like that?! You’re my семья.” With that I let him go and he hissed out a noise of pain and rubbed his wrist. Leaning back again and throwing my left arm over my eyes I let out a long sigh.
“Dammit.” Tony just stood at the edge of the bed for a while until I felt his weight press down at the end of the mattress
“Do you have anything you wanna tell me кролик?” His voice held concern, something that I’m used to since that is usually the only thing people feel when they talk to me, concern. Concern for their safety, their well being, but never a concern for me. Never truly though, mom would ask if I’m okay or if I made any more friends but I knew deep down that she didn’t ask because she cared but she asked because she felt like that was the right thing to do as a parent. The only person that truly cared was Jacob. He’s the only one that held genuine concern about my well being, that’s why I have to keep him close, that’s why I can’t let him escape mee; keep him in my grasp and wrapped tightly around my finger so the thought of ever leaving me will never cross his mind. Ever.
In the end, I never responded to Toby. I never confessed to or denied anything that he read or heard. I just sat there in complete silence as he got up and told me that he was going to go sleep in the guest room to give me my space to calm down. When the door closed indicating his departure I still didn’t remove my arm from around my face but I heard the voices outside of my door. I guess Sora never went to bed, even though it's a school night. She and Toby were talking and from the little bits that I was able to get it sounded like it was about me.
“-He’s….. Weird,” That was Sora’s voice. “He’s a maniac.”
“-He’s misunderstood...take time… know him.” Toby was speaking now.
“We can’t get to know him if that psychopath wasn’t so damn crazy,” Sora yelled and it went silent. That was the bit of their conversation that I could hear clearly, Tody shushed her and you could hear the sound of a pair of feet walking in one direction and then after a couple of seconds, you could hear the sound of another pair of feet walking in the other direction. A sudden urge to laugh took over so that’s what I did, I laughed. The laugh was loud in the almost dead silent house. It shook the walls and my core. It was humorous. I’m pretty sure I sound like a maniac but hey, when do I not?
It was 3 o’clock in the morning when I went to sleep.
Mom didn’t come home that night.
Jacob never texted me back.
“Yeah I know right? What a coincidence.” I played it off with a chuckle which he didn’t seem to buy.
“You know Titus, we have been friends for a long time,” He places his right hand on my shoulder and looks me straight into my eyes. “ If you need anything and I mean anything don’t hesitate to ask. It's been us against the world since forever.” I knew that he knew, or at least he had a feeling as to what was going on. As of now, I wasn’t entirely sure if I could trust him fully. So instead of answering, I gave him a tight-lipped smile.
“Of course man, I know that.” With one last pat, he got up from my bed, stretched and walked towards my room door. Before he walked out though he turned back towards me and winked.
“I’ll be back soon with my stuff bunny don’t wait up too late for daddy to come home.” Picking up my pillow I tossed it at him while he was running out. The pillow ended up hitting the closed door and you could hear the sounds of his robust laughter coming from the hallway and after a few seconds, you hear the front door closing.
I wasn’t exactly sure how to feel about this whole ordeal. We are friends and all, hell we’ve been friends for years but if that friend poses as a liability then it has to be dealt with, plus friends are expendable. For now i'll just monitor how he behaves.
Honestly, I don’t think I have much to worry about Tony since his father is a bit shady himself. I mean he isn’t a drug g lord a or a mafia leader or anything like that but would have no problem scamming you or beating you into a pulp for not having his money. Tony’s dad is a loan shark a pretty big and aggressive one at that, from what I know he’s never actually killed someone he just roughed them up a bit to be on life support just to get his message across.
Realizing I never texted Jacob back I pulled my phone off of my chest and typed him a response. The message was a quick ‘You’re welcome.’ He didn’t reply back after that, maybe it was because I left him on delivered for too long and that actually made my chest hurt knowing that he may not want to talk to me right now. Not dwelling on that for too long since it might make me depressed I turned on Crunchyroll and started watching Attack on Titan, yeah I’m into anime still, hell I can’t help it that it’s so interesting. Getting comfortable I settle more into my bed, with pillows behind my back and get ready to binge one of the best shows ever created.
A couple of hours have passed since Toby left and Jacob has still yet to text me back. I’m now on season 3 of the anime and I was feeling two emotions right now, one being suspicion the feeling coming because Toby hasn’t been back in a while and the other emotion is concern because would’ve been texted me right now. So solving one of two worries I decided to call Jacob instead of waiting but the call went straight to voicemail.
Maybe he’s sleeping?
Once that thought crossed my mind Toby burst through my room with a loud yell.
“Daddy’s home!” The smile was wide on his face but my face remained hard. “Oh come on don’t look at me like that.” He went to grab at my face but before he could touch it I grabbed his wrist and squeezed.
“Where the hell have you been Toby?” My face helps almost no emotion but I knew that my eyes spoke volumes.
“Calm down buddy.” He let out a nervous laugh and tried to pull away but I wouldn’t let go.
“I’m not playing with you, Tony.”
“Come on man I don’t know anything you didn’t tell me anything plus even if you did, do you really think I would sell you out like that?! You’re my семья.” With that I let him go and he hissed out a noise of pain and rubbed his wrist. Leaning back again and throwing my left arm over my eyes I let out a long sigh.
“Dammit.” Tony just stood at the edge of the bed for a while until I felt his weight press down at the end of the mattress
“Do you have anything you wanna tell me кролик?” His voice held concern, something that I’m used to since that is usually the only thing people feel when they talk to me, concern. Concern for their safety, their well being, but never a concern for me. Never truly though, mom would ask if I’m okay or if I made any more friends but I knew deep down that she didn’t ask because she cared but she asked because she felt like that was the right thing to do as a parent. The only person that truly cared was Jacob. He’s the only one that held genuine concern about my well being, that’s why I have to keep him close, that’s why I can’t let him escape mee; keep him in my grasp and wrapped tightly around my finger so the thought of ever leaving me will never cross his mind. Ever.
In the end, I never responded to Toby. I never confessed to or denied anything that he read or heard. I just sat there in complete silence as he got up and told me that he was going to go sleep in the guest room to give me my space to calm down. When the door closed indicating his departure I still didn’t remove my arm from around my face but I heard the voices outside of my door. I guess Sora never went to bed, even though it's a school night. She and Toby were talking and from the little bits that I was able to get it sounded like it was about me.
“-He’s….. Weird,” That was Sora’s voice. “He’s a maniac.”
“-He’s misunderstood...take time… know him.” Toby was speaking now.
“We can’t get to know him if that psychopath wasn’t so damn crazy,” Sora yelled and it went silent. That was the bit of their conversation that I could hear clearly, Tody shushed her and you could hear the sound of a pair of feet walking in one direction and then after a couple of seconds, you could hear the sound of another pair of feet walking in the other direction. A sudden urge to laugh took over so that’s what I did, I laughed. The laugh was loud in the almost dead silent house. It shook the walls and my core. It was humorous. I’m pretty sure I sound like a maniac but hey, when do I not?
It was 3 o’clock in the morning when I went to sleep.
Mom didn’t come home that night.
Jacob never texted me back.
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