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Chapter Eleven

          Angie felt the blood run to her face, and she started to sweat. Her mouth went dry, and she was still staring at Jared with her hand out reached to the rifle. "Scared?" Jared repeated.

          "No," Angie whispered in a very small voice.

          "Do you never sleep at night?" He asked.

          Angie looked back at the rifle, and whispered, "No. Sleep gives me too many nightmares." Jared nodded, and walked closer.

          "What are the nightmares about?" He whispered. Angie looked at him, and then looked at the rifle. He got the picture. Jared smiled at the thought of her being distressed and stepped closer. Angie whimpered, and slowly stepped back. Jared smiled wider. "Are you scared of me Gela?" He whispered.

          "Don't call me that," Angie hissed.

          "But you love that name," He cooed.

          "You're crazy Jared Shay," She told him, "You've always been crazy. You're been crazy on adrenaline, and you always have been!"

          "If I remember correctly," Jared said, stepping closer, "You loved it too."

          "You remember wrong," She whispered.

          "No, my memory is perfectly intact," He told Angie, standing right in front of her. She looked up at Jared, and he smiled down at her. It was a scary smile, and Angie could feel her skin crawl. "Scared of me?" He asked.

          "You told me I should be," She murmured, "But I'm not."

          "You're not?" He asked.

          "No," Angie answered, "I'm not scared of you."

          Jared's smile widened. "I know what you're afraid of."

          "No you don't," Angie sneered, "You don't know me."

          "Oh don't I?" He growled, and then stepped towards the rifle. Angie's eyes widened and she made a dart for the door. Jared followed her, and grabbed her around the waist. He lifted her off the floor, carried her back into the room, and dropped her by the farthest wall. He kicked the door closed, and Angie jumped at the sound. "I thought you said you weren't scared?" He asked.

          "I'm not," She gulped, "But I don't like being in the room with you."

          "With me." He whispered, "Or with this?" He pointed at the rifle, and Angie shuttered. "I think you're scared of me," Jared exclaimed, "And scared of this. Wouldn't it be scary if it was in my hands?"

          Slowly Jared took the rifle off the mantle. Angie whimpered, and Jared laughed. "You wouldn't dare hurt me," She hissed.

          "Not physically, but maybe emotionally," He stepped closer. She backed towards the wall, but couldn't go anywhere. "That painting meant nothing," He snapped, "I hope you know that!"

          "I doubt it meant nothing," Angie laughed, and Jared stepped closer.

          "It didn't mean anything," He hissed.

          "But she was so pretty," Angie joked, "And you signed your name at the bottom. That meant it was finished, and you weren't going to trash it up."

          Jared gritted his teeth, and growled, "I am going to cause you so much pain."

          "How Jared?" She asked, "How are you going to when you're not going to lay a hand on me."

          Jared was closer to her. He pressed himself against her, with the gun in between them. Angie whimpered, and looked away from the gun. "I found your weakness," He whispered in her ear, and slowly pulled away.

          She looked on at Jared.

          He pulled his eyebrows together, and then held out the gun. "What are you doing with that?" She asked. He didn't answer. Instead he pulled out her hand with one of his. She resisted, but he was stronger.

          With her palm up, he placed the top of the gun in her hand then closed her fingers around it.  She whimpered again.  Jared pulled out her other hand, and put the end of the gun in the hand. Then he wrapped her fingers around it.

          So she wouldn't let go, he wrapped his big hands around hers. "Scared?" Jared asked.

          Tears filled her eyes, because she was scared. Angie was terrified. "I want to let go," She cried, "Please let me go."

          "I thought you weren't scared," He mocked.

          "I'm scared of this," She told him.

          His grip tightened, and a slow tear ran down her cheek. "I didn't mean too," Angie cried, "Tell him I didn't mean too."

          "What're you talking about," Jared whispered.

          "I was just practicing," Angie continued, "You were practicing too! Why was I so unlucky! Tell him I didn't mean too!"

          "Angie, what're you saying?" Jared asked.

          Tears slid down Angie's eyes. She couldn't stop them. She couldn't stop remembering everything. It was like a film playing her head, and she couldn't put it on pause or even make it stop. She whimpered loudly, and Jared just looked at her with strange eyes. "I didn't mean too," Angie whimpered.

          "You didn't mean to do what?" Jared demanded.

          Angie couldn't bring herself to say it though. Jared should know he was there. Angie looked up at him with her dark eyes, and slowly he melted. His grip on the gun was still tight, and hers were quivering.

          Jared slowly loosened his grip on the gun, and Angie collapsed. She had cried in front of him before, but it wasn't like this. She had to hold herself from breaking as she quivered. The gun fell in between them, and Angie backed away. She was sat near the bookcase, her back against the wall. "Angie," He whispered.

          "No," Angie cried, "Get away from me. It wasn't my fault, and you know it!"

          "I do know it wasn't your fault," He insisted, "We were just fooling around! You don't need to worry about it."

          Angie looked up him with tearful eyes. Another tear slid down her cheek, and she choked on a humorless laugh. "Worry about it? I'm haunted by it," Angie cried, "And you just make everything worse. I hate you, and I hate you for bringing it up. You probably would have sold me out if they found out about it."

          Jared's eyes, which turned soft for a split second, had become hard and rough. He crouched down beside her, with a look of disgust on his face. "You don't know me," He hissed, "You think you might, but you don't."

          He grabbed the rifle off the ground, and shoved it into Angie's arms. Angie whimpered again, and he smiled. "Put it back when you're done playing with it," He smirked, and then got up and left the room.

          Slowly Angie put it on the ground, and kicked it away with her foot. She held herself and cried. She didn't care if anyone heard her. Her best friend was a manic. He was right, she didn't know him. She thought she did, but she didn't. She knew one thing though- that he was crazy, and she would never be able to get through to him.

          "Angie, is that you?" Someone asked. The office light switched on, and Angie had to squint in the light. "Oh my God, Angie," Allie gasped, and then came rushing over. She mover the gun out of the way, and sat down next to Angie.

          She wrapped her arms around Angie, and Angie slowly folded into them. Allie brushed her hand through Angie's hair, and whispered words of comfort to her friend.

          Angie didn't even care that Allie watched her cry. She was just glad to be held, and to feel just a little loved. "I'm sad too," Allie murmured, and then Angie realized Allie didn't know why she was crying. Allie assumed something different, because Angie was in Robert's office crying. Allie thought that Angie was crying over Robert, but she just didn't know there was so much more to it.