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Joe was starting to think the longer he did all of this the more he wished he got a Court Marshall and a ride to prison. Following these young adults around was worse than any training he’d ever gone through in the military. The only one who didn’t seem to bother him much was Brad but he believed that had something to do with the fact the kid was slightly scared of Joe. Julia and Conrad? They seemed to do everything they could to bring Joe into situations that bothered him. Sure it might be their daily routines, but he was tired of it all– especially this shopping. Julia shopped often. Money to waste and money to spend. He didn’t get it. Maybe that’s why it bothered him so much. Being an only father he didn’t have any extra money to spend so loosely as her or her brother. 

It wasn’t his place to really judge though. He was here to observe, watch, babysit. 

At her question though he sighed and dropped his eyes to his watch,  ❝ A dress is a dress. I wouldn’t know the difference between which you preferred. ❞ His eyes lifted back to her, arms folding across his chest. It was clear on his expression that he was not only tired but slightly aggravated. He wondered if at a certain point she truly did this on purpose,  ❝ We both know you aren’t actually looking for advice from a guy that dresses like military blending into civilization. ❞

»  Maybe   she    was    being    a   little   too   rough   on   him.   He   was   just   doing   his   job.   And   he   DID   jump   in   front   of   his    brothers   in   arms   when   they   found   them   on   board.   He   certainly   didn’t   deserve   to   be   punished   for   what   he   did.   Julia   raised   a   perfectly   sculpted    brow,   considering   his   words   for   just   a   moment   before   she   put    both   dresses   back   on   the   rack.   “  I   was   asking   for   your   OPINION,   not   for   your   advice.  ”    She   refrained   from   rolling   her   eyes   though.   Barely. 

                         AMANDA         OBSERVED         THE         SCENE         UNFOLDING          before        her        in        silence.              Though        John        CONSTANTLY        ADVISED        against        it,            Amanda        had        LITTLE        FAITH        in        Josh’s        ability        to        get        through        his        test        alive.              WASTING        TIME,            WASTING        PRECIOUS        TIME.              Better        hurry        up.              John’s        WARPED        VOICE         from        her        OWN        TAPE        played        back        in        her        mind.              That        was        from        a        PREVIOUS        LIFE.              A        life        where        SHE        WAS        THE        ONE        taped        down,            head        weighed        down        by        the        DEATH        TRAP        locked        onto        her        head.              Leave        that        life        behind.              She        WASN’T        THAT        PERSON        ANYMORE.              But        the        scars        were        STILL        THERE.              Spreading        around        her        mouth,            KEEPING        HER        AWAKE        at        night.              All        I        could        taste        was        blood        and        metal.              Sometimes        if        Amanda        ALLOWED        HERSELF        to        drift        away,            she        could        STILL        TASTE        it.

                         THE         SOUND         OF         JOSH         YELLING          brought        her        back        to        the        present        CARNAGE        PLAYING        OUT.              A        glance        to        the        clock.              SO        MUCH        TIME        had        passed        before        he        had        EVEN        BEGUN        the        task.              Amanda        SCOFFED        ALOUD.              He        was        BOUND        TO        FAIL.              He        would        be        with        his        PRECIOUS        SISTERS        by        the        end        of        the        timer        hit        zero.              SHE        WAS        SURE        OF        IT.              The        sight        of        the        GRUESOME        SCENE        churned        her        stomach            (      this        far        in        and        STILL        SO        WEAK      ),            her        gaze        favoring        the        progress        off        the        saw        as        it        GRADUALLY        MADE        ITS        WAY        closer        and        closer        to        the        struggling        boy.              SHE        KNEW        he        wasn’t        strong        enough        for        this.              MAYBE        THAT’S        WHY        SHE        CHOSE        THIS.              He        had        ALREADY        MADE        A        RUIN        of        his        life.              What        would        ONE        NEAR        DEATH        EXPERIENCE        change      ???              Amanda        couldn’t        think        of        a        SINGLE        THING.

» Fuck fuck fuck. Josh was burning up, inside out and he was in AGONY. Even if he survived peeling the skin off of his hands, even if the saw DID stop in time, he was sure he was going to bleed out. He’d lost so much blood already.  He was going to lose a lot more soon too.

Bloody fingers twitched, as he screwed his eyes shut again, chest heaving. He couldn’t catch his breath and at this rate he was NEVER going to finish. With a clenched jaw, he pulled his hand back again, with all the strength he could muster, skin once again tearing away from the muscle. The razors bit down into his skin and didn’t let go, not until his fingers passed through, leaving him raw and bleeding. Every nerve was on fire. 

It was miserable. But he never felt more ALIVE.

Daring to peel open an eye, Josh looked to his now mangled hand, red and raw. He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the newly exposed flesh, bleeding and vulnerable. 

2 minutes down.  He needed to keep going.