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Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 1, 2008 0:48:14 GMT -5
Marinna pulled up in front of Jackson's house in her little sunburst orange cobalt. Turning off the engine, she let out a huge sigh. "Pull yourself together Rinna," she said quietly to herself, "You have to talk to him about this sooner or later. Sooner is better than later." After grabbing her rather large black purse, she opened the door and stepped out. A million things flew through her head at once.
She was wearing a pair of navy blue sweat pants that had Rinna written down the side of them and a white t-shirt. She hadn't planned to try and dress up. There wasn't much point anymore she'd soon be huge and waddling like a penguin. Her hair was thrown up into a messy bun and had a clip in the middle that held her bangs back. Her shoes were comfy in a pair of white tennis shoes and she had a navy blue hoodie on to keep her warm.
When she reached the door, she stood there and thought for a minute. She didn't want this to be awkward. What if he was with Maddie at the moment? She almost turned away, and then remembered that this had to be done. They had to talk. Slowly, she raised a hang and knocked on the front door.
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Post by Jackson Frost on Jan 1, 2008 20:57:04 GMT -5
There was no answer to the seemingly dark house's door.. The house and the farm were all quiet, and Jackson's truck was neatly parked, which had mud all over it, in front of the garage. There was only one light on in the house, and that was a dim light in Jackson's bathroom down in his basement bedroom..
Jackson sat on the toilet, with his eyes closed, balls of sweat rolling off of him as pillbottles with pills spilt all over laid around.. The door was barricaded shut as empty beer bottles, and whiskey bottles laid around the floor also.. He closed his eyes, as the gun cabinet door was open in his room.. He had a 12 gauge shotgun beside him, gulping as he slowly ran a hand down his sweaty face, raising the gun to his chin.. as he closed his eyes, unaware of Rinna's arrival..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 1, 2008 21:05:55 GMT -5
No response came. Was he home? She looked out into the yard and saw his truck, he had to be here. She kncoked once more, still no answer. Reaching her hand down, she turned the door knob. It was unlocked, was that good or bad?
She quickly walked in and slammed the door shut as if to announce she was there. "Jackson? Jackson?" she yelled out in search of him. Walking downstairs, she scanned the room from top to bottom, he was no where to be found. Where the hell was he?
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Post by Jackson Frost on Jan 1, 2008 21:17:21 GMT -5
Upon entering the room, Rinna could smell the alcohol and see bottles laying all over the ground, she could also see that the gun cabinet was open and had been raided.. and then, the worse thing, a bottle of pills layed tipped over beside an open bottle of beer on his bedside drawer..
Jackson heard her enter the house, but he was too numb to even acknowledge it.. He put his finger on the trigger, gulping as he looked over at a picture of Rinna.. and then a shot of the ultra sound.. He closed his eyes tight.. and then pulled the trigger.. Blood splattered off of the wall behind him.. as the gun fell out of his hands, and his body slumped over, blood rolling down his body and dripping onto the floor.. He was dead.. Jackson Frost was dead..But in his pants pocket was his regular things, and all, but there was one last thing, a note.. and a will..
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Post by Marinna Neilson on Jan 1, 2008 21:28:59 GMT -5
Marinna knew something was up from the pill bottles with the beer bottles and the missing gun. As she walked over to the gun cabinet, she heard it. A loud bang from the bathroom. Her head shipped fast at the noise. Inside, she was praying that what she was thinking didn't happen. She slowly walked to the bathroom door and took a deep breath.
Lifting her arm, she put her hand on the knob and turned it. Marinna gulped as she found the door terribly hard to open. Shoving it as hard as she could, it finally opened. After spotting Jackson's lifeless body, her first reaction was to scream and her second was to cry. "Jackson? Jackson? Please tell me you aren't dead," she begged between tears, wanting so badly for him to open his eyes and tell her it was all a joke. The only thing was, he didn't, he was gone.. for good.
Pulling her cell phone from her purse pocket, she dialed 9-1-1. "Hello, what's your emergency," the operator asked. "M-m-my friend," she stuttered in tears, "I-I-I think he's d-d-dead." "Okay ma'am please tell me your location," the lady said calmly, if only she could see what Marinna had just seen. The man she thought she loved lay dead in front of her. "I'm a f-fr-frost acres. Please hurry," she said quietly. "An ambulance is on the way. Please stay on the line until they get there," the woman replied. Marinna knew not even the greatest EMT squad could save him now. But why did he feel the need to go this way? What was so bad? Was it her fault? Because she was pregnant? The ambulance finally arrived and they rode off.
[to be continued.. in a funeral service.]
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Post by Melody Frost on Jan 1, 2008 21:32:38 GMT -5
Melody was getting out her moms car as her mom drove away having to get something back at her work and noticed that Marinna's car was in the driveway. That meant a lot of crap was in tow and she would probably have to deal with it. She walked into the house and called to Jackson from his room. He didn't answer the first time she called and so she ran down into the basement to find Marinna standing in his room. The room was trashed, what had happened?
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