The dark one

Chapter 9 - My basement

Kyle's P.O.V

"Ugh. Come on Kyle"

I mutter to myself doing another ten push-ups.

"Forty nine, fifty, fifty one......"

I sigh getting up. Lifting my shirt up I admire myself in the mirror.

"Niiiiiiice"

My abbs have been getting better after I started this workout routine.

Sixty push-ups in the morning sixty push ups in the afternoon and forty at night.

I pause thinking I hear panting.

Slowly I walk up to the door and press my ear against it.

"BLAIR YOU PEICE OF SHIT LET ME IN!"

I jump back and fall but first onto the floor.

"Shit!"

I mumble getting up and opening the door. Kayla looks up at me a surprised and completely innocent look on her face like the breakup never happened. Her eyes start to water and then she starts all out bawling as she wraps her arms around me. I hesitate wanting to pull her towards me so badly it's painful.

"Kyle...Your ok thank god your alive."

She says staring up at me with those big green eyes that make me melt.

"Be strong Kyle"

I mutter to myself. After standing there her arms wrapped around me for about ten seconds I bravely push her away and speak in the harshest voice I can muster

"What do you want?"

"I.....you.....Blair"

She stutters looking confused.

"Its over Kayla leave me alone that cheating bastard Blair isn't here either so you should just fuck off."

I look at her hoping she can't see the worry and love for her that I always feel no matter what she does.

Suddenly a look of intense realisation crosses her face and she mutters

"Prim....."

I put a hand on her shoulder about to ask what's wrong when she shoots off down the road.

"The fuck?"

I murmur walking inside. I think hard about what she said.

Blair , thank god your alive, Kyle, Prim.

The whole conversation mashes up into a pile of meaningless words but wait.....

I pick up my phone and call Annie waiting patiently for her to pick up.

"Hello? Kyle?"

Her voice echoes as she talks she must be in someplace huge!

"Annie quickly I need you to tell me Blairs last name!"

I shout frantically down the lane at her.

"Ok jeez woman calm your tits. His last name is Lightwood. Hey I was wonder-" but she doesn't get to finish as I briefly hang up on her.

"Blair Lightwood where have I heard that name before..."

I wonder aloud to myself walking over to the computer.

As I type in Blair Lightwood millions of hits show up.

"Murder, serial killer, several stab wounds to heart."

I freeze thinking of Kayla as I jump up in a rush smashing my laptop against the wall but I don't care. The only thing that matters, and ever has mattered is Kayla.

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Kayla's P.O.V

"Where w-hat?"

I stutter looking around. The area seems familiar enough. I'm obviously in my basement I used to come and play here with Prim all the time.

Prim.

The name brings me a wave of bitter grief as I fold in on myself gripping my Knees painfully with my nails. I look around carefully but freeze the second I see her. Her limp body just hanging there like a doll. Unable to help myself I let out a pitiful cry for someone to help her even though I know she's long gone. I start whimpering and trebling as I hear Blair upstairs. What's he going to do?

I sit cowering in a corner as he slinks down the stairs, knife in hand still covered in blood from his previous murders. I stare up at him sobbing still unable to believe he would do something like this. I try one more time begging him not to do it. Blair flinches as i scream at him to stop. He keeps coming at me twirling the knife in his hand like its a game. Finally he stops right in front of me.Crouching down he traces the knife along the upperlip of my mouth.

"I always thought this belonged to me" Blair says more to himself then for my benefit. I can still smell the blood from......i cant even bear to say their name as my throat swells up in grief silent tears streaming down my face as Blair licks my blood from the knife.

"Your mouth always seemed so perfect, so scarlet red, so....."

He leans in, lips barely brushing mine. I lean forward absentmindedly but pull back the second i smell the blood on his breath, finally coming to my senses. He smiles down at me, a crazy look in those beautiful eyes of his. "Until i discovered the truth that....that......HE had been there that FREAK. No-one will kiss your perfect lips ever again!"

He shouts slashing the knife along my mouth making blood drip onto my shirt and the ropes im tied in. "And no one will ever look at you and think "beautiful " the only thing they will be thinking is UGLY. HIDEOUS.BITCH!" Blair screams at me shaking as he crys. He slashes the knife once more down the side of my face and across my eye. Blood poors onto my clothes Its so painful my body isnt even able to cry or scream.

"DO YOU LOVE ME?"

He screams the question at me spit flying into my face.

"Y-yes"

I mumble back. and sadly its the truth even after everything thats happened some insane part of me is still in love with him.

"LIES! YOU SLUT THAT IS THE LAST LIE YOU WILL EVER TELL KAYLA MOORE! The boy screams at me madly. Because your life is over."

He whispers menacingly. I flinch as Blair reaches the knife back one last time.