Part 13

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Justin's POV

I groaned as the light hit my eyes and I couldn't do anything but wake up.

Fuck last night.

I jumped up quickly. "Jeez, why so jumpy" I heard a voice asked.

Selena.

I glanced around the room until I noticed her in front of the mirror getting ready.

My eyes couldn't help but scan her body.


I

coughed awkwardly, clutching onto the sheets as she stretched down her dress.

I couldn't help but think if she wasn't a serial killer, she would've looked totally normal.

But she is.

So all I can see is the blood on her hands, clutching onto a gun.

"Take a picture, it'll last longer" Selena smirked turning around to look at me and I rolled my e... Oh wait since she doesn't like me rolling my eyes, I just slid my eyes clockwise.

"Sorry," I said, my voice sounded like a dying horse.

Even though I've never heard the sound of a dying horse.

I mean not that I want to but...

Never mind.

She sighed, giving herself one last glance in the mirror. "It's fine. I'm going somewhere. Ok. Don't do anything that will get me annoyed. Because you know the consequences." Selena threatened to cause me to wince a little thinking about my mum.

I don't even know what to do anymore.

I don't even know if she's being serious about hurting her.

She couldn't be.

I've followed along with her murders, she can't kill innocent people.

Well, I'd hope.

"Ok" I whispered fiddling with my fingers and I glanced at her taking a step closer to me.

"I mean it, Jay," She said looking at me seriously.

She hasn't called me that in years.

I remember the first time she called me Jay, we were 6. She broke 2 of her front teeth learning how to ride a bike.

She obviously didn't well as she broke 2 of her teeth.

Full face to the mud.

I obviously learnt that I was not cut out to be a bike teacher.

But when she called my name, she couldn't pronounce her t's.

And n's.

And S's.

So she started calling me Jay after that.

Well, she started saying yay, but she meant Jay.

I heard her sigh and she walked over towards me.

Her dress rising upwards each step she took.

We're all definitely grown up since then.

I looked at her confused but she continued to walk over towards me. She looked at me before sitting on my lap placing her legs on either side off my hips.

I hesitated to realise I was still naked from last night.

The only thing that was separating me and Selena, was these sheets and her dress.

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