𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐌𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐜𝐞

Chapter 4

I stood in the living room and waited for the person whose car rolled into the driveway to enter the house.

A few moments later I heard a key entering the door and a girl with a black ponytail walked in. I watched her kick her shoes off at the door and throw herself onto the couch face down.

I laughed at the scene in front of me and wondered who she was. I didn't get the same nauseating feeling from her as I got from the intruder. Her phone began ringing and with a groan, she answered it.

"Mom where are you?" She asked.

"The store, Lizzie." I recognized my mother's voice on the other side of the telephone and I stared at the girl on the couch.

She had to be my sister.

My head began throbbing again and I fell to the floor as another memory surfaced.

I marched into my big sister's room and glared at her when I saw her using my computer.

"I have been looking for this thing," I snapped. "Do you know how to ask for permission?" I slammed my computer closed and she raised her middle finger at me.

"I'm your big sister. It's my job," she said.

"I hate you," I spat and she responded with a loud shriek of laughter.

Her laugh was always contagious and incredibly funny to listen to and I found myself trying to hold back my laughter.

"I'm sorry for not asking to use your computer."

I rolled my eyes at her knowing she would do the same thing tomorrow. "Yeah, whatever."

Her phone pinged and she picked it up to look at it and fear painted her features for a quick moment.

"Fucking creep," she muttered under her breath.

"Lizzie. What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. I've just been getting weird texts," she admitted.

I frowned and crossed my arms. "From who?"

"Some weirdo on Instagram," she scoffed as she turned her phone to my face. I looked at the profile picture of a person in a white mask and the username was Bat3man_.

"Maybe I should give them your account so they can stop bothering me," she said with a small laugh.

"Yeah, I'm going to pass on that," I said.

My eyes widened in horror as I recalled the memory.

Bat3man...Bateman.

I gasped as I made the connection. It couldn't be a coincidence that the creep who was texting my sister had a similar name to the alias of my killer.

I stood up quickly and looked around the room. If this person was strong enough to kill me, they could hurt my sister.

I wanted to do something, anything to warn her but I couldn't. I attempted to knock down a few items but nothing was working. I had used all my energy trying to open the locked door that now I could do nothing but sit. I sobbed into my hands as I realized that if my sister got hurt I would be completely helpless.

I turned my attention back to my Lizzie who was still on the phone.

"Lizzie make sure to lock the doors, close all the windows, and-"