Chapter 18
James Lewis
James left the reunion an hour prior and had wasted no time pounding shots back-to-back at their local sports bar. He was stewing on his interaction with Annabelle. That fat girl thought she was better than him? Well, she fucking wasn’t, and he was planning on picking up the first piece of ass that gave him the eyes.
The alcohol eventually caught up with him and James moved towards the bathroom, to find the door locked and an out of order sign adorning it. He jiggled the handle a few more times, but it didn’t give way.
Cursing, James tried the woman’s restroom and found the exact same sign and situation.
Fed up, he made his way out the back door to the alley behind the bar and unzipped his jeans. He began doing his business against the dumpster that was placed between the bar and the end of the alley.
The door behind him slamming open had his stream jerking and landing on his shoes.
“Fuck, what the fuck man?”
James hurriedly tucked his dick away and turned around ready to start an altercation with whoever interrupted.
Only to feel a piercing burn in his chest, James’ eyes flew downwards to watch as a knife continued its path into his body.
A gloved hand pushing it into place.
James eyes stayed open just long enough to make out his murderer.
“You?”
he expelled hoarsely as the knife was removed and he fell to the ground.
The weapon dripped with crimson as James shook aggressively and took his last shallow breaths.
“One down, two to go.”
Were the last words James ever heard, before he shuddered one final time, collapsing face up on his own piss in the alley way.
Lifeless.