Anna's POV
I have to admit that I am fucking scared.
All those victims, they where MY age.
Or Timothy's.
Oh yeah i probably forgot to tell that that's his full name, we just call him Tim thats easier.
Christmas is around the corner and you can feel it.
My dad was always the sweetest man in the world, he wouldn't hurt a fly.
But last week, he bought a gun.
You hear me? A GUN.
You don't have a gun to just make it lay around and do nothing with it.
If you have a gun your gonna use it.
And I don't like that thought. But also, I feel kinda safe knowing we have it on hand.
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Timothy's POV (Tim)
I feel horrible right now.
Its 11 pm and I'm laying in bed, Christmas right around the corner and it gives me chills thinking that something could happen any moment now.
What if something happens to Emma or Liam -my brother or what about little Mia?
Or I'm sorry to say it, but even worst.
Anna.
You can say family goes first, or what about your parents? I love them with my whole heart and trust me on that one. But Anna is the most important thing in my life and I can't lose her.
You think I can sleep after these thoughts running through my head? No way.
I putted on some sweatpants and a hoodie while I grabbed my car keys.
"Kid, where are you going?" I hear my dad say.
"I'm heading to Anna, stay safe here."
I kissed my mum on her cheek when passing her and headed out.
When I arrived her house was all dark, the lights where off and the blinds where closed.
I knocked on the door.
No response, so I rang the doorbell.
After a minute I heard someone stumbling down the stairs.
Luckily it was Anna and not one of her parents, that would be embarrassing.
"Tim? What are you doing here?"
She was in her pajamas and half asleep.
"I couldn't sleep." I say rubbing the back of my neck in embarrassment.
She smiled and when I got in she locked the door behind me.
"Had those thoughts?" She asked me and I just nodded.
She knows me too wel, and I am so happy I can talk to her about anything.
YOU ARE READING
The Christmas Killer
Mystery / ThrillerIt had been 5 years, FIVE years. And 4 murders, who knows wha the 5th one will be... The month of gingerbread houses and candy canes has turned into the month of fear, and having your guns prepared and loaded.
