The Truth Behind The Fire

Chapter 1

"Take one stop closer and I'll do it" I growled through my gritted teeth. Derek gave me his lopsided smile, throwing his chocolate brown hair to the side of his head. 

"Come on, Abby" he smiled, his gray eyes hypnotizing me. "You couldn't do it if you tried. You're too soft;  you're too weak."

My small hands wrapped around the trigger, my fingers lightly wrapping, then unwrapping around it.  My shoulders shook as I locked my elbows; aiming right for him. 

"I could do it," I mumbled, tearing apart from his gaze. He took a step closer, his 6'2" body towering over my petite frame. He bent down so his lips were hovering above my forehead, the tip of the gun digging into his chest.

"You love me, Abbs. You would never hurt me, and I would never hurt you," he whispered, placing his cold lips against my nose.

"Bullshit!" screamed Sam from besides me, throwing him off me. He stumbled back, the anger filling in his eyes as he looked between Sam and me. I steadily held the gun as he caught his guard, raising his posture so he seemed a million miles tall.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he grinned, setting off one of his deadly looks. Sam stood her ground, the goosebumps rising on her arms. The wind blew her light brown hair across her face, covering her pale blue eyes.

"Or what," she growled, looking directly through him. Derek chuckled, then turned into seriousness as he tore threw Sam's eyes. He took a few steps toward her, the tip of my gun following his chest. 

"Try me," he hissed, walking up to her. Sam gave him a stubborn look, then spit out on him; a bubble of white saliva dripping down his nose. Derek gasped, taking his leather jacket up to his face and whiping the saliva off. He was angrier than ever, raising his hand down on her. Sam stumbled back as Derek put his fist in her cheek with a force that made him fall back. I could hear the bones crunch in her face, as she cried out to hold her jaw. Derek crawled back up, throwing out another grin. 

"You like that, Sam? How does it feel now?" He laughed in the wind, raising his hand again. But just as he was about to hit her again, I stopped him. 

The shot rang in the air as the wind howled around me. I had fallen back, my eyes squeezed shut. I fluttered them open, looking in front of me to the lifeless body lying on top of Sam. 

"Sam!" I cried, throwing the gun down and running over to her. I dug my feet into the ground, pushing Derek off of her as she held her face; sobbing. 

"Abby!" she cried, tears streaming down her face as she crawled in my arms, clenching on to my sweatshirt. "You shot him, Abby!" I looked past her at the body on the ground, blood pouring out the neck as his crystal eyes stare up at space. I closed my eyes, holding them shut as the wind blew around us. It felt like we sat there, holding eachother for hours.

"Abby," Sam whispered, pulling back and looking into my eyes. "He's dead." I sat silent, just looking deep into her watery blue eyes. 

"Abb-"

"I know" I replied softly, looking over at him. I leaned over, slowly pulling my fingers over his eyelids.

We were up in the woods that overlook Capeside, atleast 20 miles from any homes. We could hear the wolves howl from around us, and our only light was the moon, which was becoming darker with every storm cloud that passed infront of it. 

"Sam," I said, looking back up to her. "We have to get rid of him."

"Wha-no. No, Abby. I'm calling the cops. We can tell them the truth, he was attacking me and you shot him and it was self defense! No jail, no prison!" She pulled out her phone, dialing 911 slowly. I slapped her phone shut around her thumb, gripping it tightly.