Close Call
"Right, now let's see if your ready." I chirped; trying to cheer up the mood.
"Ah it seems like you, but then again I'm drunk and not a doctor. I bet you wished Logan was still here." I said slyly.
He began to cry, I rolled my eyes as I took off the ice pack and saw it was a bit blueish.
I set the ice pack aside and grabbed the scissors. "Now I'm going to start and I really need you to stay still or else your mom's threats will come true." I warned.
"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS PLEASE." he begged loudly; shaking violently.
"Jeff, your not going to stop me from doing this so you might as well just forget the word 'don't'." I said keeping the scissors at a safe distance from his "jewels"
"Besides begging makes you look like a dog." I teased; laughing a bit.
He continued to sob, but shake his entire body.
"Tough crowd." I muttered.
I flipped the hair out of my face and prepare to edge the scissors near him.
I looked at his face and he had his eyes shut was gritting his teeth. I was for sure that he would break his teeth with the amount of pressure he was forcing on them.
"Don't worry Jeff-" I was cut off by the door bell. I froze.
I quickly dropped the scissors on the and grabbed the duct tape and slap it on his mouth to keep him from shouting.
The door bell kept ringing with impatiences. I rolled my eyes, I just wanted to get this done. I put the ice back on his package.
I walked up to the door and tried to put on the act of innocence.
I opened to the door and there was man who looked like he was the same age as Jeff. I swallowed back my nervousness at the sight of the man.
"Hi? Is Jeff here?" he asked looking at the house number; making sure he had the right house.
I smiled and shut the door behind me, so he wouldn't have the chance to look inside and figure out what was happening.
I kept the plastic smile on "Yeah, he is but he's sick." I said observing the man.
He had on a a gray suit, a red tie and a black shiny shoes. He had a large bald spot, he tried to hide it by coming the side hair to the middle of his head.
He pressed his lips together and slid his sunglasses to the tip of his nose and me over with admiring eyes.
I cleared my throat. This got his attention.
"Hm, Jeff didn't say he was having company over." he smirked
I tightened my jaw "Well mom wanted me to make sure Jeff was OK." I lied.
"Jeff has a sister?" he asked confused.
I nodded "Yeah Emily, but they don't really talk much." I said solemnly.
He nodded "Well it was nice meeting you..." he trailed off
"James and you are?" I asked
"Matt, he's partner in crime." he joked.
"I'm sure of it." I said smiling.
"OK well give him this. These are private son so don't look at them." he smiled; giving me a thick envelope and made his way to he's convertible.
I sighed a sigh of relief and went back in the house.
"He'll never believe you." Jeff said once I was in his point of view.
I glared at him "I don't know Jeff I'm a pretty good actor." I bragged
"You were pretty fickle." he said with no emotion.
"Shut up!" I shouted causing an echo effect.
He gave me a small smile like he had something up he sleeve, but I ignored it.
I grabbed the rubbing alcohol and unscrewed the top off, but had to get that stupid foil thing off.
I rummaged through his cabinet and grabbed whatever I could use to pop the foil off.
I smiled in victory once my fingers were coiled around the silver fork. I turned around and saw that Jeff wasn't there and neither was the scissors I was going to use.
I looked around and saw no trace of him. I grew nervous, but tried to keep my cool. So I went to the fridge and grabbed the rum and gulped down a couple more sips of it. (A/N: Now I wished I used vodka, let just pretend I know how rum is)
It burned all the way down to the center of my stomach. I knew it was a stupid idea to do, but I know that I wouldn't be able to do this if I was dead sober.
I gripped the neck of the bottle wobbling down to his studio. I tried to keep my vision from blurring.
I heard a noise coming from the bedroom. I turned around and walking as quietly as I could possibly could in this state of mind.
Which I think is quiet, I walked down the hallway when I heard to the bedroom door open
I panicked and ducking into the bathroom leaving the door opened just a crack.
I jumped into some kind of closet/storage thing closing it all the way gripping the bottle, as hard as I could.
I heard Jeff open the door. His foot steps on the solid floor.
I bit down on my lip; waiting, and getting a cramp in my leg.
I prepared myself waiting for him to open the door I was hiding behind, but it didn't come instead I heard him walk away.
I breathed out the breath I had been hold and slumped in.
In just a slit second I was in the protection of the darkness, then the other flooded by the harmful light being dragged out of my hiding spot breaking the bottle on the side of his face.
He let go of my; grabbing his face, but in the process cutting my forearm with the scissors.
I ignored the pain in my forearm kicked him in the stomach.
He dropped the scissors I quickly grabbed them and had it against his throat.
"Come on I didn't come here just to be beaten up. Now just follow me to the kitchen and I won't stab you." I said trying to regain my calm.
"Why don't you just kill me?" He questioned; still holding his stomach.
"Because Jeff I'm not a killer." I said walking behind him with the scissor in his back.
He sodded as he got to the kitchen and got back in position.
I smiled at him while I put the scissor in my back pocket putting the shape edge up.
I taped him up and sighed when I realized that the numbness might have faded away.
"I guess your just going to have to bare with the pain now." I shrugged.
"Don't worry Jeff Logan had a book about it and trust me I've studied that thing forward and backwards." I said putting up a hand to my heart and smiled.
His eyes turned to sheer panic.
A/N: Did I keep a promise or what? Was it good? I wrote this yesterday and I proof read it today hopefully it good. Please review, favorite, or subcribe. Only because you asked :)