Jerome sank down and sobbed.
"I- I never told him.." He sobbed.
"Told him what?" I asked gently.
"That I l- liked him!" He wailed. I recoiled in shock at first, but soon began to cry for him. I felt terrible at that moment, as if I was him. Ty helped him up, enveloping him in a hug.
"I'm just gonna go lay down.." Jerome mumbled, still crying.
"Want one of us to come with you?" I asked. He shook his head, exiting the room.
-Jerome P.O.V:-
I couldn't believe that Mitch was dead. And I never got to tell him how I really felt.
When I walked into my room, it suddenly got cold. A shadow slipped along my wall, and I heard faint laughter.. laughter that sounded exactly like Mitch's. I shook my head. I was going crazy. I laid down, hoping nobody disturbed me, and soon fell into a restless slumber.
(Later)
I awoke to my door opening softly.
"Go away." I mumbled.
"But dinner's gonna be soon." I sat bolt upright. I knew that voice.
"What're you doing here?" I asked, eyeing the darkness.
"I'm the house's resident chef. You're gonna help me make dinner tonight." He said. I was confused.
"Wha-" I was interrupted by a hard blow to the back of my head, knocking me out cold.
When I woke up, I was laying on a cold metal table, strapped down.
"Where the hell am I?!" I yelled.
"Why, you're in the kitchen." A voice replied. Before I could say anything, he taped my mouth closed.
"So, tonight, I was thinking a meal centered around a nice steak.." I watched as the butcher knife was lifted high above my body, and that was the last thing I remembered.
-Adam P.O.V:-
I decided to just leave Jerome alone. He had lost his best friend, and that had to be hard.
"Let's just cook dinner." I motioned for Ty to follow me. He nodded and followed me to the kitchen. I opened the fridge and took out the steaks I had waiting.
Ty and I sat at the table silently. I cut a piece of my steak and popped it into my mouth.
"This is.. the best steak I've had in my life!" I exclaimed, eagerly cutting into it. Ty simply nodded, his mouth full.
"Want me to get some of that wine that's in the fridge?" I asked.
"Sounds good." Ty replied. I got up and went into the kitchen, where a note was taped to the fridge.
'Adam: I took the liberty of switching the steaks you had for some better ones, courtesy of Jerome. Don't worry, the excess was put in the compost bin. Might want to empty it soon though, it could start to smell.' I read. I rushed to the compost, and when I opened it, I threw up. Jerome's head lay on top of a pile of his butchered remains. No doubt, the steaks we ate had been Jerome.
"T-Ty!" I screamed. He dashed into the kitchen, but tripped when he saw the bin.
"So... we ate Jerome?" He choked. I nodded. He bent over and vomited, chunks of the meat hitting the floor.
We had just eaten part of our friend..
A/N:
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