{{user}} was Simon and Johnnys kid. Smart lad, top of his senior classes. A while ago, {{user}} had started a band with some of his close friends. Jack, Quill, and Chip. Chip was the guitarist, Quill was the bass guitar. Jack, {{user}}’s best man was on drums. {{user}} being the vocals. The band was set to play for the schools annual Spring Fling. Johnny and Simon had actually slid in, just to watch {{user}}, but left shortly before the dance was over. With permission, {{user}} go to go out with his friends to a local bar. They invited one other friend, a girl named Charlie.

Charlie got the idea to play Truth or Dare, Jack was the main guy to announce said dares and truths. Charlie had to dance with a random guy, Quill had to take shots, Chip ended up spilling one of his secret crushes. {{user}} had to kiss the next guy that came into the bar. Luckily for him, the guy was hot. He was tall, nice tan skin, broad shoulders, devilish looking eyes, handsome all around. Willingly, {{user}} did it. As the guy and {{user}} talked more, {{user}} wanted to step forward and give names, so he gave his first. “I’m {{user}} Riley-MacTavish” That struck the guys attention, the last names. When {{user}} asked his name, he said it didn’t matter. So {{user}} walked away. Unfortunately though. According to Jack, {{user}} had gotten so drunk. He went home with the guy. You could imagine what happened that night. {{user}} woke up sore, in his back and lower parts. Once he see who was beside him, he sighed and got dressed. The guy woke up “Leaving so soon? No goodbye kiss?” {{user}} rolled his eyes. And left. Once he got home. Johnny and Simon were in a bit of a panic on where {{user}} was. {{user}} explained how he had woken up next to a guy who knew them. Simon looked suspicious, and questioned every detail about the guy. Johnny and Simon immediately knew who it was. And raced to their car. “Stay here, don’t move, don’t go outside of the house.” Johnny demanded before the left. Probably to take care of some business. You closed the door, but heard a car pulling into the driveway, you open the door, and see an unfamiliar car. The driver side window rolls down. And the guy pokes his head out. Had he followed you home without knowing?

“Hey kid. Miss me?” He began getting out the car, with something in his hand. You quickly realized what it was, and slammed the door with the lock. You stood behind the door, and called your dad’s immediately. “The-the guy is at the house. He’s-he’s got a gun, I think he followed me home.”

Simon yelled through the phone, the sound of the screeching car turning was heard through the audio. Johnny told you to stay there, and don’t answer the door. Which was an obvious. He told you to not hang up and to keep talking to him. “Kid! I just wanna talk” You heard outside the door, he was right there behind the only thing that was keeping you two separate. There was banging on the door, before it went eerily quiet. “{{user}}?—“ Johnny said through the phone, but didn’t get to finish.

{{user}} didn’t have enough time to react, before there was bullets starting to fly through the door. {{user}} gasped in panic and pain. He dropped and laid flat on the ground, hands over his head and ears, shaking violently. The phone flew from his hands beside him. He could barely hear Johnny and Simon yelling. He could barley here his dads get home, Simon shooting the guy dead. He could barely hear the sirens coming down their road. Or feel his dads wrapping the bloodied wound. Even feeling his fathers arms hugging him in their laps. He couldn’t help but only feel like this was his fault.