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"look at my bunny, marcus found it first!" riley giggled, holding it tight.
timothée carries her on his back because of how tired she got from walking.
"are we almost there?" she asked.
"not even close riley." timothée says, walking down the trail.
"to fairmount haven!" she smiled, she playfully messes up timothée hair as he carried her.
"shhh..." he puts her down taking her off his back, he moves between the edge, closer to the trees and ducking behind a rock as we followed.
we watched those killers walk past us, clothing cut and ripped filled with blood splats. timothée turned riley so she wouldn't look. we waited for them to go away and then continued walking.
"marcus, what's wrong?" riley asked, she was awfully confused with the silent all of us had, no conversation. just a dead broken bond.
what she didn't know was that i deeply hated marcus. and after that awkward situation with timothée i couldn't bare to look at him.
"nothing." he gave a faint smile.
it was only four of us left, from seven to four. we were survivors, as alone as i felt. i had to push through, riley was my last hope.
riley held my hand while being on timothée's back. "i missed you guys together." she mumbled randomly, i gave her a look to stop her from talking.
"it's getting dark out, let's find a house nearby." timothée says.
"isn't that dangerous?" i asked. "what if someone lives there, those things are there?"
timothée never put any thoughts into things most of the time it was impulsive thinking and he did it because he felt like he has to.
"we kill them." he says firmly.
he busts a door open from nearby.
"boys first." timothée makes a joke as marcus walks in first. marcus flashes his light across the room before turning on the lamp.
"empty and shitty." he mumbled.
the house was old, had old fashion interior and terrifying paintings that looked worn out. the colors were dry and washed out everywhere.
a run came from across the room and back into the kitchen.
"fate." timothée looks at me. "go outside with riley for a little, till you hear it."
"hear what?"
he doesn't say anything. "go."
i step outside and say by the steps with riley. marcus and timothée in the house. a gun goes off and for a moment a feeling in my heart told me timothée killed marcus, i was terrified.
although i hate marcus for his lying, he didn't deserve to die.
riley is startled by the sound and tries to walk back inside to see, but i hold her wrist stopping her from going.
"stay outside for a moment okay?" my voice shakes.
i walk inside alone seeing what happened. "t-timothée please tell me you didn't—"
i see a body on the floor, timothée turns it over and the girl was unfamiliar.
"she was one of them." timothée says, marcus and him both drag the body out so riley wouldn't see.
hours pass and i soon walk along the room seeing there were only two rooms.
"marcus can stay downstairs." i say.
"there's not even a couch here, it's a literal chair." he says.
i cross my arms. "and? sleep on it."
"fate i've said i was sorry millions on times and i understand that's not gonna bring your boyfriend back but—"
"mhm." i cut him off. "exactly."
"when was i suppose to tell you? and how! oh i was drunk and killed your boyfriend? i'm sorry?" he says with a confused look on his face. "cops got involved so many things fucked with my head mentally. please stop thinking i purposely did it."
"you still lied."
timothée clears his throat, holding a glass of water. he stares at us with a confused look on his face. "did i interrupt?"
"gosh i hate every single one of you!" i screamed, stomping away upstairs.
timothée and marcus gave each other an odd look. "i know what i did to her but what did you do?" marcus asked him.
"long story." timotheé mumbled taking a sip of his water.
—
"why do you always have to be in the same room as me!" i whispered quietly, riley slept across from me on the bed. timothée on the ground once again.
marcus had the room to himself, in fact i didn't want to be anywhere near him.
"one day you'll regret me not being there to protect you." he says, he continues to write into his brown book, not looking up at me.
"i am capable to defending myself."
"i know you can, but—it's not wrong of me to help." he says.
"help yourself." i glare him up and down. "what are you even writing in that stupid book?" i asked.
"none of your business." he says closing the book, wrapping the string around it.
"well— can i read it someday?"
he thinks for a moment. "someday, when i'm long gone."
