Tyler was face to face with his victim.

The girl he raped. The girl who murdered his true love. The girl who manipulated him for months.

This time, she was his target.

"Hello Tyler." She said. "I've come to take you with me back home."

Tyler was shaking; trembling with fear. He knew he was going to die.

"Go with her." A voice said.

Tyler looked to see his youngest brother Jay standing behind her.

"She'll kill you." He warned. "Please."

Tyler looked at the blonde girl; ignoring the warning that he might get shot.

"I know who you are. And I know what you'll do to me if I go with you. I'd rather die than suffer that fate. So if you'll going to kill me. Do it while there's still some left of me."

When she heard what he said, she lowered her gun.

"Die? Oh my poor sweet Tyler, you can't die. The band needs you. Well, they can have some of you."

Jenna aimed her gun to Tyler's bottom.

"Why don't I do what you've done to me because you've destroyed mine so poorly."

Tyler didn't respond.

"You're leaving it to me?"

The girl smiled.

"Alright, let's begin."

Tyler stood still; awaiting for Jenna to shoot him and take away his parts.

However, before Jenna could do her dirty crime, Jay slapped the gun out of her hand.

"Jay, what are you-"

He lifted her and threw her out the window; seemingly killing her.

Tyler and Jay looked down; eyeing Jenna laying on the ground motionless.

The boy looked at his brother; shocked.

"She was too crazy." Jay said.

"Mother's not gonna be happy." Tyler said.

"You're right."

Jay took his brother's hand and helped him out of the house.

When they passed where Jenna fell, they did not see her on the ground. All they saw was a splat of blood.

She survived.

TO BE CONTINUED