Being 'kicked out' of my house was horrible. I ended up sleeping in the backyard.
Jace was even worse than before. The time we met and actually (kinda) fell in love, it was stupid. Useless. Why was I so naive and so impulsive?

Sigh.

Sometimes, I just hate myself for loving him at first.

Jace was a meanie, he was stubborn. He hated his own sister just because of Mr Jenkins. My mind filled with thoughts, I just fell asleep on the soft bed of grass.

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I woke up hearing the shuffling of footsteps and the bang of the door. A dark hunched figure shuffled out of the gate and out to the street. I got up, following him from behind, staying as quiet as I could.
The street was lit up by dim lamps but was quiet and peaceful. Only the sound of footsteps could be heard.

The figure somehow looked very familiar.

The mysterious figure went over to a house. A window was bright and filled with light. Who would be awake at this time of the night?

He creeped around the house and went through a back door. I followed him inside, glancing at the pitch dark living room. Was the mysterious person trying to steal something? I had better take action. Now.

I pounced on the mysterious figure, clutching his neck in the process. Startled, the person pushed me off and ran up the stairs. There was a bright, yellow glow upstairs.
I hurried up the stairs and into a lighted room, hearing shouts and yells of terror. A man with glossy hair was sitting on a chair, a petrified look on his face.

He was Mr Jenkins. I was shocked.

The mysterious person I have been following was holding a sharp, gleaming knife, back facing me. He was brandishing it gleefully.

"Hey you, stop! Put that knife down!" I yelled. The killer turned around. I was shocked when I saw his face.

"Jace? It's you all along!"

He smirked. "Of course it's me," he paused. "And I have to kill him,"
He meant killing Mr Jenkins.

He held up the knife. "No! Stop! Please, don't do it!" I begged. "Why are you doing this?"

His face contorted with rage. "I hate him. I really hate him. He made use of you so I want to kill him." He spoke with overwhelming evil. The charming, handsome Jace I've known became a mad scientist-like Jace. He was a killer and he was going to murder a detective. "Prepare for your doom," he snarled, raising the knife, he stabbed Mr Jenkins.

Mr Jenkins spluttered blood, coughing. He smiled in contentment, showing his bloody red teeth. "At least I can rest in peace knowing that I have a new wife. I love you." The moment the last words left his lips, his eyes closed and he fell limp to the floor.

He was gone.

Jace smiled, throwing the blood-stained knife on the floor. It hit the floor with a loud clatter of metal. He was happy that he was dead. But I wasn't. I nimbly grabbed the knife, filled with overwhelming anger and fury.

Jace my brother, killed the detective. For the first time, I was grateful to Mr Jenkins for saving my life when I fell of the tree. I was grateful for the food he bought for me. He was kind, and I let him die.

Jace, horrified, backed away. One part of me loves him and the other hates him. I had no other choice. I was so angry. Anger was taking over me. I charged at him and threw the knife aimlessly with my eyes shut tightly, not wanting to see the knife strike. I heard a loud agonising groan and a thunk.

I opened my eyes, there were now 2 dead bodies in the house.

Tears welled up in my eyes but I wiped them away. I loved him but I killed him.

Regret washed over me, I was so foolish.
I let anger control me and now, my only family was gone.

My parents died a few years ago, Jace died today. His death was all because of me, I caused it.

I started to cry hard, tears flowing down my cheeks without stopping.

It was over now.

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