𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐎 𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 | 𝐁 𝐄

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌

Luna's POV

I walked up to Chanel's house and knocked on the front door in a rushed manner.

A few moments later and the door had began to open.

"Luna?"

"WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU, HUH?! YOU'RE A SICK FUCKING PERVERT!" I pushed her back harshly.

She fell down to the floor, clearly confused by my action.

"The fuck are you talking about?!"

"YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHAT THE FUCK I'M TALKING ABOUT. MAYBE THIS WILL REFRESH YOUR MEMORY." I threw the shoe box full of my nudes at her.

She picked it up and her eyes widened at the sight.

"OOH, I CANNOT WAIT TILL I TELL YOUR MOM ABOUT THIS." I chuckled angrily.

"LUNA, I DON"T EVEN KNOW WHERE THE FUCK THESE CAME FROM- WHY THE HELL ARE YOU GIVING THIS TO ME?"

"DON'T PLAY DUMB, BITCH. I SHOULD'VE KNOWN IT WAS YOU WHO SPREAD THOSE PICTURES OF ME AROUND THE SCHOOL."

"EXCUSE ME? I AIN'T SPREAD SHIT AROUND. YOU KNOW WHAT- I'M GETTING SICK AND TIRED OF YOUR ATTENTION SEEKING 'I hAvE a sTaLkEr bEcAuSe iM So iMpoRtaNT' BULLSHIT."

"THAT WOULD BE SO EASY TO BELIEVE IF YOU WEREN'T HOLDING MY NUDES IN YOUR FUCKING HANDS RIGHT NOW!" I shouted right back at her.

She quickly threw the shoe box away from her and stood right back up.

"Hit me and I sue, you sick fucking pervert." I gritted though my teeth angrily.

"I don't give a fuck if you think I'm a pervert. I'm not a stalker and I'm not a killer. But I know one thing for sure... You're a dumbass. And so is Billie. She's got you wrapped around her finger. The bitch is crazy and you're letting her corrupt you. You said so yourself, she's a weird bitch. But you're too blind to see that, aren't you?"

OH HELL NO.

SHE BETTER NOT TALK ABOUT BILLIE LIKE THAT.

BILLIE IS INNOCENT AND SHE'S MINE.

SO KEEP HER NAME OUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH.

I proceeded to tie my hair up in a high ponytail and removed all my jewelry except for my rings.

"Bite me, bitch-" Before she could even finish her sentence, I charged at her, pinning her to the floor and throwing punches at her face left and right.

I grabbed onto her hair and pulled it, lifting up her head and slamming it onto the hardwood floors harshly.

I repeated this action several times until I saw blood leaking from the side of her head.

Good.

"C'mon, apologize." I smiled softly, my hand wrapping around her throat and tightening by the second.

"Apologize, Chanel. Just say you're sorry."

She choked on her words as her eyes became red.

She struggled to breathe or even fight back.

"Are you sorry, Chanel? Do you feel bad?" I asked her.

She began to cough up blood.

The red liquids coming up her throat had blocked her airways completely.

"SAY. YOU'RE SORRY. SAY IT." I mumbled under my breath.

I applied more pressure to her throat.

"Just apologize. Sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry, sorry. I wanna hear it. She's sorry." I laughed in a careless manner.

All those pictures.

All the murders.

I got raped.

Kidnapped.

Drugged..

It was you this whole time.

The whole fucking time.

"APOLOGIZE, APOLOGIZE, APOLOGIZE, APOLOGIZE, APOLOGIZE! YOU RUINED MY LIFE YOU FUCKING WHORE!" I screamed, tears blurring my vision as I squeezed tighter than ever.

Just a few seconds later... and she was out.

Blood was oozing from her mouth which was currently held agape.

She still had a pulse.

She was okay.

Bruises were already starting to form above her eyebrow, under her eye, and on her cheeks.

Her lip was busted and I could see the marks my rings left on her neck.

Huh.

"It's not that hard to apologize, Chanel. But it's harder to mean it apparently." I whispered softly.

I kissed her cheek gently, closing her eyes for her and getting up from on top of her.

This'll teach her to stay the fuck away from me.

And if she ever talks shit about Billie again, I'll be sure to take extreme measures.

No one talks about Billie like that.

No one.

"LUNA?" I heard Chanel's mom ask from behind me.

Oh fuck.