I&#x27;m a creep.

#ooc

Charlie St. James...

What the fuck Phoebe? You’re an idiot.

We need to talk.

Some Sweet Revenge ✖ Jared & Phoebe

Jared ignored her talking about Aria and Izzy- to be honest, Phoebe should have known why he freed them, they were his best friends; his childhood friends. It wasn’t like he was going to let them rot in a cage. When she bit him, he clamped down on his bottom lip and a muffled scream escaped his mouth. She dropped to the ground and he tried to shake some of the pain away from his arm. A few droplets of blood ran down his hand from the fresh bite wound but he ignored that, too. He stepped over the small puddle of gas that she’d managed to fall down in and sent the stock of his gun flying into the back of her skull. “You fucking bitch.”

Phoebe grinned as Jared felt the pain from the bite. "That's much better." She laughed deviously. But Jared was on top of her now, the gun that he had in his hand was almost getting into her skull. "I've been called worse." She got up, still slipping, and she grabbed her pocket knife that was on the ground, and slipped, but threw the knife at the boy's shoulder. "Fuck!" She yelled, Phoebe practically broke her knee.

#para: ssr

Charlie St. James...

You called? -eyeroll-

#thats a knife if you dont know

I did.

Charlie St. James...

#finally decided i should do this ok #goodnight

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Smut through fanmail?

That's weird.

#ooc

Seriously, can whoever is making that noise shut up?

Touch her, or anyone for that matter, and I will make sure you die. Now get out.

I can't believe I'm doing this.

Seriously, can whoever is making that noise shut up?

Get the fuck away from me. You better not have touched her.

I didn't but, I've been wanting to.

Seriously, can whoever is making that noise shut up?

The noise is coming from your fucked up girlfriend, Tibby. Charlie

Some Sweet Revenge ✖ Jared & Phoebe

The lights surged back on and Phoebe stepped out from behind the door. “I’m just here to… talk.” he nodded his head and jumped down from the cage, quietly scooting the can of gasoline out of Phoebe’s sight. Pointing the gun straight at her only hand, he said, “Drop the knife now or you won’t have either arm.” Jared commanded, stepping closer, the bottom of his boots scuffing against the cold floor. Without even hesitating, he tilted his gun sideways- one hand wrapped around the stock and the other around the barrel and shoved her up against the wall, pressing the gun against her throat, he whispered in her ear, “I’m not the one to fuck with.” he felt his stitches flare up but tried to push the pain out of his head and ignore it.

Phoebe rolled her eyes. "Talk about Aria? Izzy? Well, they were all taken care of. Until you let them go. Why'd you fucking do that?" She licked her lips, Phoebe was beyond pissed. Killing someone probably wouldn't help her get over it. She looked at her free hand and a gun was aimed at it, she was getting nervous. Jared looked really really mad. It took her a while to drop the knife, but she did it. She laughed deviously "Oh god. Really?" Phoebe bit his arm and slipped on some of the gasoline that was on the floor. Fuck, she thought. She couldn't get up.

#para: ssr