Chapter 3 - Sorry I Tried to Murder You

Charlie

I was just trying to put the stupid medicine back in the trunk when I heard screaming. God damnit. I can't leave you alone for one minute.

I slammed the trunk shut and stomped over to the front of the car, wrenching the door open to see Jack holding a fucking knife to Bendy's throat. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and he was seething with pure rage. I almost laughed, with a reluctant amusement, but I couldn't just let him kill her. We were supposed to be working on his murderous tendencies. And... mine.

I tried to school my face back into a neutral position before forcing Jack's arms far enough away from Bendy's neck so she could slip out of his grip & get out of the car to safety.

Jack struggled, trying to get past me, but I held him down until his breathing was softer panting, and the crazed look in his eyes had glazed over.

Jack tapped my shoulder, asking to be released, so I eased back slowly and when he didn't try and jump past me, I opened the door and stepped out.

<> Bendy snapped as soon as the latch had clicked. I sighed & went to hop onto the trunk to sit on the roof. Bendy followed and stared, waiting for me to talk.

I scratched my head, trying to word it correctly. <>

Bendy was silent for a minute before asking, <>

I narrowed my eyes and said coolly, <<'cause he doesn't.>>

Bendy raised an eyebrow but nodded.

Ugh. <>

Bendy eyed me, <>

… <>

Bendy rolled her eyes but finally shut up.

It was quiet after that and we sat there for a while, looking out into the desert of nothing.

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Bendy played with a frayed string on her jeans. <>

<> I held out a hand, <>

Bendy stared down at my hand and blinked up at me. <>

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Bendy scrunched her nose & shook her head, grabbing my hand for a shake. <>