Not like I care, but I should warn you that this chapter swears a lot . . . so, yeah. . .I'm done now, I think I'm going to go make myself a grilled cheese sandwich with ham and mustard. . . Mmmmm. . . mustard. . .
CHAPTER 15
Jimmy dropped his pistol in horror, the reality of what he'd just done sinking in quickly as he staggered back. He turned to me, panicked, as everyone who'd been driving past crashed to a halt. There would have been a pile-up, but not one person moved.
"I just shot... I just killed a cop..." Jimmy said dazedly, staring down at his gun, and then at the massive bloodstain that was once Officer Dunlop's head. "I just FUCKING KILLED SOMEBODY!" He screamed. "I FUCKING SHOT A FUCKING MAN WHO HAD A FUCKING FAMILY AT HOME!" Jimmy's eyes glistened with tears as he twisted his shaky fingers through his ratty hair. He bent down and snatched up his dropped pistol.
"Jimmy, NO!" I yelped, advancing quickly. "What are you doing?"
Tears rolled down his cheeks as he held the gun to his head. I'd never seen him cry before, but he was crying now. "Jesus of Suburbia, I fucking killed somebody! I'll go to jail! I don't want to go there. I FUCKING KILLED SOMEBODY!" He raged, blinking rapidly to slow the onset of more tears.
"WELL DON'T KILL YOURSELF AS WELL!" I screamed right back. "Don't do it, Jimmy! Don't shoot that pistol."
"See you in hell, kid." He cocked the gun and stepped to the edge of the bridge.
"SOMEBODY HELP ME, HERE!" I bellowed to the shocked people in their cars, watching the whole scene. Honestly, they had NO right to be sitting there watching and not helping when my best friend was about to blow his fucking head off! "Help me," I whimpered, tears clouding my vision.
"Sorry, Jesus," Jimmy murmured. "Blame Mom and Dad." He took a deep breath and closed his eyes.
"NO!" I screamed.
And Jimmy pulled the trigger.