Killer, Killer, Kill Her (A Luke Hemmings Fanfic) {MAJOR EDITING}

Stay Put

I carried the woman inside. She was surprisingly heavy, probably because of all the makeup that was plastered to her face. Her head slumped against my shoulder as I carried her bridle-style. She was breathing evenly but, was knocked out cold. Her arms swung limply by her sides.

My feet moved silently through my home, kicking and stepping on some empty beer bottles. I turned up my nose in disgust. My father had obviously ventured home while I was out. An uneasy feeling settled in the pit of my stomach. I couldn’t fathom him walking through the house. It sent chills down my spine. He wasn’t welcome inside anymore. He knew that, which is why he felt it necessary to leave me a gift on the counter.

A single rose was placed carefully in the middle of the granite countertops. It looked as though it hadn’t touched a single droplet of water since it had been picked from the garden upon which it had grown. The red petals were chipping and falling away from the dark green stem. The petals were a dark muddy red and the stem was a fading forest green. The red petals were crumbling; they were dying. It was a message to me. It was his way of trying to show me just how sick I was. It was his way of telling me to die. It was his way of telling me that I no longer mattered in this world. But, if I didn’t matter, then he most certainly didn’t matter.

Taped to the stem of the expiring flower, was a small folded paper. I felt my fingers gingerly pick up the broken flower and touch the white paper. There in sloppy black pen, were two simple words. They were scrawled across the flimsy paper in a soft curly type of handwriting. The words were stuck to the paper in a cage, and they had just escaped. They were now attacking me.

 As much as I tried to ignore it and tell myself that it meant nothing, I knew that there was no point. Fear had wrapped itself around my body like a blanket, threatening to suffocate me. The two words had embedded themselves into my brain, just like he knew they would. I was going to remember them just like he wanted.

She’s next

The two words seemed to pop off the paper. They twirled around, bouncing around in my mind. It wasn’t that surprising what his intentions were. Yet, they seemed to knock the air out of my chest. I couldn’t breathe. My head spun. I was slowly collapsing. The fear I was enduring was worse than anything I had experienced. I knew that once he got his mind set on something that he wouldn’t stop till he got his way. It had always been like that. Now his goal was to hurt her. He was going to make me suffer. He knew that she was my target. He knew that I had my eyes set on her. He knew exactly what he was doing. It was all planned out. And I was falling for it.

I tried to shake the words from my mind. I tried to ignore them. But, it was useless. I was busy analyzing the rose when a groan echoed through the room. I froze. I turned around.

The woman was waking up. I had forgotten about her. I was so absorbed in the rose that I had forgotten what I had been planning. I had forgotten about the sinister ache that felt permanent inside my stomach. Forget butterflies, these were killer wasps. Not bees. Not moths. They were killer wasps, intent on ripping apart my insides if I didn’t get on with what I so desperately needed to do. Pushing away all of my scattered thoughts, I focused on the person that lay only a few feet away from me.

Her eyes were struggling to open. Blood pooled around her. My feet were soft and silent as I made my way towards her. She squealed when my face filled her vision. A low whimper slipped past her teeth. Her eyes were bright with fear as I stepped closer. I crouched to her level and moved her hair away from her face. I moved the black strands that covered her eyes and stared at her. I watched as she finally took in what had happened. I watched the wheels turn around in her head. I watched as tears flowed down her cheeks. She was scared. I couldn’t help but bite my lip in anticipation.