The boy next door

Sweet Serial Killer

"What are you?!" I said through my teeth. He looked down at me with his hard, dark, black eyes. His jaw clenched and unclenched, "I'm a serial killer." I started breathing hard, backing away towards the door. I grabbed my shirt and ran out the door, as I was running I put my top on. I was finally downstairs now. I pushed passed all the sweaty teens as I tried to find Lita. She was nowhere to be found. She was probably flirting with some guy or hooking up or something.

I heard loud screams. I immediately turned to see what was happening and I saw a shirtless Derek pushing through people and having them thrown on the ground to get to me. I kept running, and running and running. 'Man is this place big.' I thought to myself.

When I finally reached the door Derek called out my name but I swung the front door open and headed for the streets. I have no idea where I am or what I'm doing I just want to get as far away from here and him as possible.

"Malia!" I heard him scream at me.
"Stay away from me you crazy psycho!" Ok maybe I shouldn't have said the last part because everyone knows never to call a killer 'crazy' or 'psycho'.

Derek's POV

God do I want to kill her now for calling me that. I hate it when people call me 'crazy' or 'freak' and worst of all 'psycho'. Those words just really hit me to the core.

Malia was on the street now and I can tell she has no idea what she is doing because there was a truck heading her way. Do I let her get hit or do I save her? Oh fuck Derek just save her! Her father would have wanted me to do so.

"Maliaaaa" I yelled at her so she can see the truck coming. She wouldn't have enough time to move because the truck was coming so fast and it was massive. So I tackled her to the ground and the truck passes while we're on the opposite side of the road. I look down at her an her eyes are wide open filled with water and fear. I wanted to speak but she got up and headed for the lake on the side of the road. We wear getting closer and closer to the River Valley.

I turned on my bear back and just laid in the middle of the road. I finally realized I was shirtless. Woops. What if a car just came right now and ended my life? I would finally be free. I thought to myself. It was so quiet where we were. Or at least were I was because I can hear Malia panting and running on the grass to God knows where.

"Ugh," I groaned and got up to my feet. I was headed for Malia now.

I finally caught up to her and again I tackled her to the grass. I pinned her wrists next to her head as hard as I can. "Stop fucking moving!"
"Please don't kill me." She whispered.
Why on earth would I kill her? After all the times I've saved her life why would I end it? "I would never hurt you Malia. Let alone kill you! You are the only person I have in my life now and if you die I won't have anyone. I would be totally and utterly completely alone. Just like how I was before I met you."

I let go of her slowly and started to get off of her. She tried to bolt away but right before she can move another muscle I grabbed her arm very tightly.
"Try something like that again and I'll.." She looked at me with her eyebrows raised cause she knew I would have said "I'll kill you" but after that mini speech I gave her why would I kill her? So I finished my sentence by saying, "I'll break you arm." And I started to slightly twist her arm so she can get the idea. I finally let go of her.

I brought my hand close to her face and she backed away a little. When she saw I wasn't going to hurt her I stuck out my thumb and brushed her hot tear away.

She looked down at the ground and then back at me, "I guess we aren't so different after all."
"What the hell do you mean by that?" I asked so confused.

"The night my father died, me, my mom and him got into a fight. I can't even remember what it was about. But I remember what I said, I said 'I wished you were all dead.' Little did I know, the next morning the cops had shown up at my front door step and said that he died. But not only died, he was murdered." She paused and whipped tears off her cheeks, "If I didn't cause the fight he would have never left the house and he would have stayed home. So I'm the one who killed my father.. I'm partially a killer too." I grabbed her face and I told her, "Malia you didn't kill your father." She looked at me helplessly while a new set of tears filled her eyes, "Then who did, huh?" I closed my eyes and then reopened them. I looked up at the sky and then back to her.
"You're not a killer because you didn't kill him. I did."