The Killing

Chapter Six

After Dustin let go of my hand I fell back from pulling on my hand to get it away from his. He walked up to me with anger in his eyes.

He yelled "WHAT CAN'T YOU HANDLE IT I THOUGHT YOU WERE STRONGER THEN THAT!"

I looked at him and yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU I TRY TO HELP AND YOU HURT ME!?"

Anna ran out and pushed Dustin away from me and helped me up my mom was walking towards Dustin about to rip his head off

"STOP DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH HIM!" I yelled

I grabbed my mom and pulled her to the car and pushed her in then drove home without saying a word as we pulled into our driveway I sat in the car wondering why he hurt me but why I stood up for him...

I just let it go and walked inside, I went straight to my room without eating anything, saying anything, or doing anything.

I called Anna and made sure she was ok and that Dustin still wasn't there

I asked her "Do you know where he went or anything"

She sighed and said "No I'm sorry I wish I did."

I began to feel worried, I felt the need to go find him and make sure he was ok but I didn't know why I felt this way.

I tried to call Dustin but it always went to voicemail I began to be mad with myself for feeling this way but I didn't know how to express it so I just went out and shot the hell out of a headstone.