Chap25 tip of the blade

Sorry about the delay in update this was a really difficult chapter to write. I really need your reviews for this chapter to know what you think, thanks.

Also I just have to tell you all this, I got an unconditional for university to study social sciences!

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Jason was just about to give up and return home hoping that Sands would come to his senses and return home without having done anything stupid. He hated himself for even allowing himself to consider going home without Sands never mind actually doing it. He didn't like the idea of Sands wondering the streets in the state of mind he was in but he also didn't care for the thought of him being alone in the house either. He didn't like any of this situation. He felt like no matter what he did he would fail Sands and he felt like he had already done that anyway. Why hadn't he said something? Why hadn't he kept a closer eye on him.

Why ,why ,why, why ran through his mind as such a speed that soon he wasn't even sure of the question he was attempting to answer.

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Sands made his way to the door and pounded hard on the door adrenaline pumping through him as he waited for them to answer. "Come on answer the fucking door…" he muttered to them. He let a thin smirk slip onto his features as he pictured all the pain he was going to put him through. In his mind nothing he could do to them would come close to making up for all they had put him through. Sure he more than likely deserved some of it, he was after all a "bad kid" but he didn't deserve all that they did to him…even he knew that.

"Take your shirt off," his father said in an all too calm and controlled voice for someone holding a belt which he clearly intended to use. Sheldon knew better than to argue now. He no longer asked why his father insisted on doing this to him. He had come to accept it was because he was a bad boy and this was a punishment for the evil within him.

Even although he knew this it did not stop the fear as his father lashed him with his belt yelling at him for each time he cried out.

Sands felt himself physically wince as he was trapped in the flashback, "shit," he muttered to himself. Now was not the time for him to loose control. He had to remain totally focused on the task at hand. He thumped hard at the door as it still remained shut.

"No one lives there mate," a neighbour called to him as he walked past seeing Sands banging on the door.

Sands whipped round groaning this was all he fucking needed. "When did they move out?" he asked forcing his tone to maintain level. The man puffed out his cheeks as he thought. "About a year ago…lived there for about sixteen years never really knew much about them mind you no one round here really saw much of them," he said with a slight shrug.

"that would be because they spent most of their time thrashing me or getting drunk…" he thought to himself. He nodded to the man as he forced himself back from the door. "Thanks mate," he said as he as good as ran down the street.

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Jason sat on edge biting his nails. "Come on Sands…" he kept muttering glancing at the clock. He was getting so desperate for Sands to walk through the door that he began carrying out stupid little tasks that he told himself if he completed Sands would walk in. He had already tried folding a piece of paper in half seven times, drinking three large glasses of water, eating dry crackers. Of course none of these things worked but he was becoming more and more anxious by the second. He swore time was on a standstill against him.

He was beginning to wonder if the rest of the world was in on some kind of practical joke against him. Every footstep or car driving up the street seemed magnified each one filling him with a false sense of hope that it might just be Sands.

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Sands had no where to go. He knew he would have to return home but that was alright he was pretty sure Jason would be worrying about him, if he cared about him as much as he claimed to of course. He would fill Jason in on his plan when he got home. He was pretty sure Jason would help him. He slowed his totally uncoordinated walk into a nice calm and controlled close to stroll home with a large grin on his face.

Jason looked up a temporary relief washing over him as he heard the door open. "Thank fuck," he muttered as he got up to greet him. "Where the fuck have you been?" Jason demanded.

Sands smirked. "I went to kill my parents Jason but you just wont believe this Jas, wait to you hear it they weren't there! I mean how fucking inconvenient is that to not be there the night I want to kill them," he said laughing and smirking manically.

Jason bit his lip he didn't like this.

Sands didn't even seem to notice Jason's worried look or if he did he didn't pay it any heed and carried on talking regardless. "We don't need to worry about that though Jas, cos we'll just need to looking for them. You can help me then when they're dead it really will mark the start of our new life together," he said in a calm and rational tone that sent shivers up and down Jason's spine.

Sands needed help, help he couldn't give him…He really didn't want to do this but he really did see no choice he had to phone Doctor Ray.

"What ya thinking there Jas?" Sands asked still grinning madly.

"What nothing…." He said quietly feeling like he'd instantly betrayed Sands but he really didn't have a choice, did he?