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Boys Get Scared: Part 4 (Louis Toliver Jr-Monroe, LA)

"This is the point where we call the police, right?" Jake breathed heavily. Kevin stood, looking in the refrigerator, shaking. "This is the point where we call the fucking police, right?!" Jake emphasized loudly.

The doorbell rang. Kevin and Jake froze. The doorbell rang again. Jake peaked around the kitchen counter to the living room. He saw red and blue lights flashing outside, through the glass of the upper front door. 

The doorbell rang twice abruptly. Kevin darted out of the kitchen to the front door, while Jake peeped around hesitantly. Kevin opened the door and a cop was standing there with his gun pointing to Kevin. 

"I was patrolling the street, received a call that a boy's screams were heard? Back up, boy!" The cop forced himself inside. Kevin backed up quickly and Jake came out of the kitchen with his hands up. "Who's house is this?!"

"Mine, Sir," Kevin said shaking. 

"Where's the other boy?" The cop asked.

"He's in pieces in my refrigerator," Kevin nodded his head in the direction of the kitchen.  

The cop went the kitchen opened the refrigerator, "Mercy. This is sick shit you boys did."

"We didn't do that!" Jake put his hands down and walked towards the cop. 

"Hey, kid! Put your hands up and come with me!" The cop pointed the gun at Jake. 

Jake put his hands back up, "But..."

"Shut the fuck up," the cop hissed at Jake. He walked him to the front door as Kevin watched silently. Jake looked at Kevin terrified and Kevin looked at Jake just as terrified. 

"I'll be right back for you," the cop disappeared with Jake as the front door shut behind them. 

Kevin stood in the living room as the red and blue lights flashed on him, silently. 

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