I haven't seen my dad in three weeks, he hasent called or been home once. But he did pay the bills . Jason says where moving to Canada after we graduate. Jason says well live a good life there. Jason says he's given up being a hit man.

But has he.....

Jason has bad an living at my house since his dad is out of town, he leaves in the middle of the night doesn't come back till the next day.

Can I trust him?

Is the question I don't wanna be asking about my feance.

I go into the kitchen to try and cook dinner and there's no food left so I hop into the shitty doge neon and hope I make it to the grocery store.

In the store I scurry down the isles grabbing the things we need.

I look up and see my brother, or more like the shell of my brother. He was wearing a long dirty brown trench coat and jogging pants, his face and hair is dirty and messy. " dan, dan are you ok what happend?" he looks at me like I'm a ghost . he murmurs something I can't hear then hugs my tight. " I thought you where dead"he whispers. " what?". He looks me in the eyes cupping my face " I thought he killed you". I look at him confused. " who killed me? Dan I'm fine where have you been?". I can't read the expression on his face,he looks confused. " he nods then continues shopping. What the actual fuck is wrong with him?

"Dan come home" he pulls away from me and starts to run. "Dan?" I grab my cart and start to follow him but by the time I'm at the front of the store he's no where to be found.

Dude what the fuck.