I sat there for an hour, I guess.
When my hour was over, I went to wake up Jack.
"Psst, wake up." I whispered.
"Hmm,?? What??" He asked.
"Your shift." I told him, handing the gun to him.
He grabbed the gun, and groggily walked downstairs.
I hopped into the bed, not bothering to change.
I soon fell asleep.
-Jack's POV-
I held the gun tightly, aiming it and ready to shoot at any sound I heard.
I heard someone coming down from the stairs.
I looked, to see it was Mark.
"Mark, your shift isn't for at least another forty five minutes!" I whispered.
"I know, I know. I just- couldn't fall asleep." He sat down next to me, running his hand through his hair.
"Why not?" I set down the gun, and looked at him.
"I'm just sorry about what I said to you and Y/N, I shouldn't have done that." He sighed.
"I forgive you." I said, pulling him into a friendly hug.
We released from the hug, and he went to his safe to get a gun.
We sat on the couch, back to back, me looking at the front door, him at the back.
It was quiet.
A little too quiet for LA.
Not much sooner, we heard a scream.
Mark and I looked at each other, and ran upstairs.
Chantelle was holding a knife up to Y/N's neck, waiting for us to surrender.
"Surrender or she'll die." Chantelle growled.
"Y/N.." I whispered, just loud enough for everyone in the room to hear.
Chantelle moved the knife closer to Y/N's neck.
"Don't you DARE say that NAME!!" She yelled at me.
Startled, I jumped back.
"Jackaboy, leave this little son of a bitch for me." She hissed.
Tears started to fill Y/N's eyes, as if asking me to do something without words.
"Chantelle, I surrender." I put my hand up in defeat.
She lowered the knife slowly from Y/N's neck, and placed it on the bed.
She got up, and ran to me, arm out ready for a hug.
Y/N and Mark ran downstairs to get in Mark's car.
I embraced her in the hug.
She smothered me with kisses, as I slowly reached for the knife.
I grabbed the knife, and thrust it into her back.
"ARRRRGHHHH!!!!" She howled in pain, throwing her head back and dropping to the floor.
I grabbed my stuff and ran.
"What the hell was that??" Mark asked me.
"I stabbed Chantelle. Let's go!!" I said, running for the door.
I opened up the door, and hopped into the backseat of the car with Y/N.
Mark started up the car.
We sped off.
And I never realized that Chantelle wasn't bleeding when I stabbed her.

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