The Two Jasons by David Nemeth

Punk Noir Magazine

Hearing the latest crash and muffled laughter from upstairs made Diane look at the ceiling as though it were transparent. The Jasons were destroying whatever they could find. Again. She didn’t know why she came along, it was stupid, just plain stupid. She walked from the kitchen to the living room and bumped into the phone on the wall. The receiver fell to the floor in a clatter. She picked it up and put it back in its cradle. Who even had landlines these days?

A thump. A shattering of glass.

In the living room, Diane collapsed on the couch and stared at herself in the TV’s darkness. She put her hands in her hoodie pocket and felt the pregnancy test stick.  

More shouts from upstairs.

Her apartment was crowded and about to get more so. The first Jason never really moved in, he sort of never left. It was second Jason, temporarily on her couch, who came up with the idea of robbing houses. It was first Jason one who knocked her up.

The plastic warmed in her hand. And, still positive.

Another crash, another shout.

She stood up and put the plastic stick back into her hoodie pocket.

She hoped first Jason would leave when she told him. Worst case scenario, he’d stay. She made her way back to the kitchen. Check that, the actual worst-case scenario was that both Jasons would stay.

Fuck me.

The phone was in her hand and the receiver against her cheek. A dial tone. She dialed. “911. What’s your emergency?”

Boisterous laughing from upstairs. She caught herself looking at the ceiling.

“911. What’s your emergency?”

She whispered, “They’ve got guns.”

“Who has guns?”

Silence. “What’s your phone number?”


She looked at the phone and read the numbers back.

“Are you hurt?”

“They’ve. Got. Guns.”

It was a harsh whisper. “

What’s your name?”

“I think they’re going to hurt me.”

She put the phone on a counter as the 911 operator said, “The police are on their way.”

More noise upstairs.

She didn’t look up as she walked out the front door.

Bio: David Nemeth lives in Wilmington, Delaware with his wife, son, and two dogs. He is a graduate of Emerson College with a BFA in Creative Writing. He is the editor of the blog Unlawful Acts and an editor of the All Due Respect magazine. His fiction and poetry have appeared in multiple anthologies and journals including Shotgun Honey and Out of the Gutter.