Guess who's back with another story? So this is basically a Jarlos multi chapter, but this chapter is a little short, mainly because it's an introduction to the story. But, here we go!
-Amy (x)
DISCLAIMER: Don't own them!
Murder (verb): To kill or slaughter inhumanely or barbarously. It was something Carlos contemplated all his teenage life. His father was a drug addict, with a passion for strip clubs, leaving Carlos to stay home every night comforting and caring for his bruised and beaten mother. He hated his father, for everything he did to the Garcia family.
"Carlos! Get your ass down here, right now!" Carlos heard another whimper of pain, and curled his legs up to his aching chest. It wasn't the first time his father had beaten his mother. He did it all the time. Carlos used to lock himself in his room and never want to come out. But tonight was different.
Another thwack came from downstairs, and his mother yelped, "Papa, por favor deja de ahora!" Carlos screamed in his native tongue out the door and sent his echoing cries around the house.
Carlos crawled over to his phone, and dialed James. "Hello."
-Carlos, what's wrong?- James sounded even more worried as he heard the cries in the background.
"Come over to my place, please. And bring… a gun." Carlos didn't know what to do, but he knew he had to do something to stop his father.
-Wait, what? Where will I get a gun?-
"In my garage, there's my dad's hunting gun. Sneak in, grab it and climb up the back pipe to my window." Carlos' voice was shaky and unusually croaky.
-I'll be there in 10 buddy.- He hung up, Carlos stood up and paced up and down his room, waiting for James.
When he heard a knock on the window, he opened it, and James climbed in holding the gun and 3 bullets. James knew that Carlos had problems with his father, and they both decided it was time to murder him.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" James looked deep into his friend's eyes and lay a kiss on his plump lips. Carlos pulled away and licked the taste of James' strawberry chap stick from his lips, nodding.
They loaded the gun, and tiptoed out of the dark room into the terribly kept hallway. The stairs creaked, but it was almost silent compared to the screams from his mother.
Carlos stood at point blank range and pulled the trigger back. He looked at James, and he nodded. Releasing the trigger, the bullet flew right through his father's skull, sending him plummeting to the floor.
The pain in his mother's eyes was too much, and he wished he didn't do it. But he saw a sense of relief in her slight smile. She moved over to the bloody victim, and lay her head on his chest, which was covered in blood.
"Carlos, what have you done?" His mother looked up at him with sorrow in her eyes. Carlos looked at the gun and dropped it on the floor. His mother sobbed into his father's chest, as Carlos stood with no expression on his face.
"James, we need to go." Carlos grabbed the gun, and ran out the back. He took a shovel and dug a hole, placed the gun inside, grabbed James' hand and led him to the car.
"We need to get the fuck out of here, and fast." Carlos worried.
He put the key in the ignition and flew out of his street. He didn't know what to do, neither did James. He just killed his father, now they were on the run for it.
So, I know it's short, but please R&R! I'll be posting the second chapter soon!
-Amy (x)
