Tears were streaming down my face as I saw Beverly turn around the corner. I remember what she did, even though I never understood why she did it. My arms grazed over the wall as dropped to the ground. I could feel the pit in my stomach growing bigger by the minute.
When I reached home, I was in shock and my face went pale. Adam ran to me when the door close. He saw my grazed arm and my expression. Mum was called and I was settled on the couch. She held me while Adam cleaned up the blood around my cut. It stings but I wasn't thinking about it. My mind was hovering over her words 'and as for why you left, I simply don't give a fuck'. How can she not care? She was supposed to stick by me! But instead, she started bullying me around! I told her it was not my fault!
I woke up around 5. Down in the kitchen, Adam was helping mum with dinner. The last thing I remember is Adam cleaning up the wound. "What's going on?" I asked, confused. "Hi, Amy! You alright now?" Mum asked. I nod and asked, "What happened?" "You wanted to rest. What happened to you? How did you come home in that state?" She asked. Adam stood next to her, eyeing me with curiosity. My head is spinning. I don't know if I should tell them about Beverly. If I do, Adam will ask me to go back to Manhattan. If I don't, I might just explode from all the anxiety. "I-I met someone," I said. I could feel the fear in my voice. Mum squinted her eyes, "Who?" "Beverly Mark!" I said. Adam took a step in my direction and said, "Beverly Mark? As in, the psycho Beverly Mark?" I nodded.
"That's it! We are going back. Pack your bags, Amy." He said.
"Wait, what?" Mum said.
"Anne, Amy can't stay here any longer. She has told me all about Beverly Mark. Amy is a moron if she thinks that she is safe here, in the same vicinity as her." Adam said to my mum.
"No! Adam, I am not going back. Beverly can't do anything to me. As long as I am careful.." I shouted, gradually decreasing my tone until I whisper the last bit.
"Amy, what is he talking about? I thought Beverly was your best friend. Why is she a psych?" Mum's eyes were fixed on me. I never told her what happened. How could I? She was already going through so much after Brian died that I couldn't bring myself to tell her how he died. But I guess, she had to find out sooner or later.
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The Target
Misterio / SuspensoOne person. Her friends. All in danger. And one killer? Amelia Mary Grant lives in Manhattan, has a boyfriend, gets a great new job. Until one of her friends is murdered. How many murders will it take until she realizes she is The Target?
