A cigar in his mouth, and a switch blade in one hand. That’s JC. He’s walking down the hallway dragging the blade lightly over the walls as we make our way to Justin’s room. He doesn’t even care to knock, he just enters and claims a spot in the corner for himself.nextI search around the room trying to find Justin. Britney’s sitting on the bed, covers pulled up around her naked body as she stares at JC. I hear the toilet flush and out walks Justin, naked. He stops the minute he sees me standing beside the bed, stroking his girlfriend’s hair. “What are you guys doing here?”
JC puts the cigar out on his leg and stands up. Never breaking a stride as he marched towards Justin and without fault, knees him in the stomach. The naked bitch falls on the ground screaming and crying JC’s name. A few curse words escape his mouth, but JC stands over him.
I turn my attention to Britney. She’s shaking. I lean over and kiss her cheek. I can taste her tears. Her jaw quivers as I pull away from her. Instantly, she knows what she has to do. She lies back on the bed, kicks the covers off and spreads her legs. She can’t stop crying. Her tears double in just a matter of seconds. I strip myself and mount her, forcing myself into her fast and quickly. Her silent cries turn into screams of pain but I don’t care.
I thrust harder and harder into her, not caring that her blood runs down her legs and onto the mattress. She starts hitting me to stop, but I continue to push into her.
Justin’s crying her name and tries to stand up but JC keeps pushing him back on the floor. “Joey, get off her!” He still continues to scream and whine while I just force myself on Britney harder and harder. I’m so close to coming when I feel a sharp object rip into my skin on my right shoulder. I quickly turn around and see Justin holding a bloodied piece of glass in his hand.
I look around the room, furious. I can’t believe it. The fucking faggot just stabbed me. I get up off of Britney and stagger into the bathroom. A few pieces of glass are stuck around the bloody mess. I can’t move my arm to pull the shards out… where’s JC?
I didn’t see him when Justin stabbed me. I didn’t see him when I entered the bathroom… where in the hell was he?
I can hear Justin and Britney sobbing together once I exit the bathroom. I slowly slip on some pants and leave the two bodies clinging to one another. Down the hallway and into Lance’s room. He jumps at the sight of me, reeking of liquor. “Shoulder.” He takes a quick look and I let the drunken mess fix me up.
Damnit… where the fuck is JC?
Lance did a pretty good job patching up my shoulder. Normally I would return to kick Justin’s ass but I have a new grudge to take care of.
I ask just about everyone that I come across if they know where JC is. None of them do, of course. I end up breaking into his room and rummaging through his belongings. You would guess that nothing was wrong with the sick fuck if you based your opinion on his room. Everything was in place. Neatly made beds, suitcase on the extra bed closed tightly. He makes me sick.
I search though his drawers: Gideon’s Bible with a lock of brown hair marking Matthew 4:1-11.
It’s the temptations of Jesus. Satan is underlined several time, crossed out… almost erased from the page.
The door slams and the smell of blood and cigars quickly fill the room. I don’t need to turn around.
I can feel his smile.