Troubled Teen Incident (1)
Something that takes time for me to accept is the fact that I can be a real prude. Maybe it's normal as I get older, and you know, how I'd come to handle other situations in this line of work. Sometimes I simply can't spare any patience, I just dread what I'm walking into during some of these escorts. And that's when I start mouthing off like Steve, these kids leave mostly a negative impression on me when I first meet them, it's not well, cool. But it's inevitable, walking into these rooms, looking at how they got the place decked out, their computers, their gaming consoles, crappy movies nobody ever liked when they came out, terrible music groups they worship, and it just gets inevitable: "Boy, this kid is into some pretty stupid shit!". That's what you start thinking. I feel sad when I think this, I'm not here to judge character, I genuinely think what I do is positive. Jenny was like that. But man if I have to look at a poster for Killer Klowns From Outer Space again, I will feel ill until I'm allowed to rip it to pieces. Jeff had one, this kid we're talking about, stupid kid. I hate the fact that it's likely one of the last few things Jenny had to sore her eyes with. Of course maybe they didn't let her get as far as his room, then you get the other horrible thought of all those kids ambushing at her in the corridor.
There were, indeed, more people involved. This had been some kind of cult thing. Jeff's parents weren't in on it, I can also confirm that for you. He simply walked up to these maniacs with his situation and the collective figured it was a coincidence too fun to not take advantage of. One of my earliest findings, on my own hilariously pathetic excuse for an investigation when I marched up to his room, was Jeff's crappy little vlog. He didn't take his personal computer to whatever hole he's in right now, the machine was still on and yes I did take a look at some of his recordings. It's mostly Jeff identifying himself as his handle Raum Flight dressed in black, talking about videogames or how some tripe from the past changed everyone's life irreversibly, and he had a fuckton of uploads showing this. Tons of people watching and subscribing as well. So there's that, he was just another kid who was into some pretty stupid shit. On of his subscribers did catch my eye, this girl from Lexington, blonde, well kept, very beautiful. Her parents were upset when they saw a selfie she took with a homeless woman in the background dancing on a cracked fantasy as she panhandled, they figured the little lady needed a big lesson in humility, so we got called in. It was just Jenny and me for that escort and it was around like one year ago. She was really calm about it, she was expecting us, she complied the whole way. I didn't take a look at her room but she wouldn't strike you as another slag Hot-Topic goth punk or whatever label they use now, she was just another privileged girl enacting a privileged trend, she took the whole thing well, and we didn't see her again after she checked in. Jenny broke down in tears after we completed this work. I was the only who was able to speak to her in private about it, she told me she was insanely frightened the entire time. It was exactly like when she got fired, the kid was horribly calm. Expecting her for the big trip to the gymnastics academy, eyes peeled wide. Then at a moment's notice with just one turn of the back, she pulls out this razor from her mouth and slits both her wrists, ripped right through her whole skin like a fish getting stripped. Then she just grinned at her in showcase. What haunted Jenny the most was how she felt like peacefully closing her eyes with that grin still installed.
They can be such freaks, these privileged kids. And these are my prudish thoughts, you walk into these plastic hamster cages that their rooms are, how they are devoid of any character or any personality they could develop on their own, everything store-bought, living like well groomed pets with every perk. And their blogs, their vlogs, just trends and trends, look at all the stupid things they feel like archiving and jiving. And they do not have any care for it, they're convinced they're very much fighting some nonexistant good fight as individuals acting like freaks. Jeff was such a freak, he was waiting for us right there in his all whites. He was standing outside his house at night, wearing only an a-shirt, boxers, and a pair of socks. He was calm about it, he even lay on the ground as soon as he saw us drive by, both hands behinds the back of his head as if we were gonna take him in handcuffed. It was so ridiculous to me but Jenny was so scared. Steve stayed in the car, and I'm the one who got out first. I somehow felt angry when he said he was expecting me, that he caught wind of the whole thing looking into his dad's e-mails. I just wanted to cuss him out right there, and just...leave. Tell his parents to look someplace else now, we don't want their business, I was just too goddamned offended with this little hare and how clever he must've felt. Jenny summoning the courage and walking out stopped me from that, and we talked. We convinced him that we weren't going to hurt him, it's nothing like the internet claims, I was not gonna tase him, I was not gonna hogtie him, and yes, you're cooperating like this, you're doing great I'll keep that in mind. You little dickhead. She, then tells him, he has to get dressed. Can't just parade a minor around like that at an airport. And I just stood there like an idiot watching her going in, I just stood there like an idiot with my back turned, and they walked up to the car, they slashed Steve's throat, left him there with his seat belt still zeroing right in on me. I only noticed because one came from the left side of the house and right in front of me, they were huge, wearing some kind of blueish jumpsuit, their faces were incredibly pale and, I was just, I couldn't make anything else out.
"Hey man, hey, hey. Come here..." - one of them called out as they started chasing me, one that came from behind, I was pretty sure it had to be the one that took his knife to Steve. There was absolutely nothing in his tone of voice, other than sounding my age maybe, and he was just calling out to me. "Come on, come here. Come on."
And Jenny's scream just blared out from that house, and I just ran again.
I hid something like, four blocks away, some bushes in an opulent abandoned house by the neighborhood. I managed to see their minivan, saw Jeff, leaving the place with his new family. Waited for what seemed like two hours, nobody arrived, no cops or anything. I knew I should've been the one making that phone call but, nothing occurs to you when something like that happens. So I just went back, took a look at what they did to Steve, went to see what they did to Jenny, how they left her there. Jeff's parents, I could hear them sobbing in their master bedroom. Then finally went to his room like I told you. Watched some of his uploads. The last one, it was just him saying goodbye, he felt just excited about the big trip, and that pretty little girl from Lexington, walking in from his window wearing that jumpsuit. More of those kids were jumping in as the recording finished.
That's how it went down. I am not interested in an explanation, no idea why my first action was play sleuth, but really keep whatever you got classified and the Hell away from me.
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- AA
