PSYCHOPATHS [+18] SCREAM

Chapter 19

8 years ago

The rushing rain hit my pink umbrella as I took a walk without permission. A spot on the trail my mother used to take me and picnic. Imagine my shock when some boy I didn't know was sitting there all dirty.

I was ready to give him a piece of my mind until I heard a sniffle. The beautiful boy gripped his bleeding palm while wiping his tears with his shoulder.

"Why are you crying?" I ask curious, making the boy jump to his feet startled, I smile as he turns red.

"I was not," he defends

"I heard you sniffle,"

"Leave me alone and go annoy someone else,"

I decided to give him a hug which made him gasp "What are you doing?"

"It's called a hug, you do it to comfort someone when they're sad," he nods before pushing me away. He looks away from me holding his head down.

"Don't do that again,"

"Yeah, we just met. I don't listen to strangers and I do what I want," I grab his clean hand leading him back to my house.

"Come on will get your hand cleaned up,"

"Wait" he goes back and picks up a sharp almost rusted dagger.

"Why do you have this?" I ask curious, reaching out to touch it but his hand stops me.

"It's sharp you don't wanna cut your hand like I did," I feel my face burn when he holds my hand a little longer than necessary.

"Where'd you find it anyway?"

"Woods of an abandoned house" he replied like it was normal but from that day forth we became close.

End Of Memory

"I gotta say all I got from that memory is that something might've been psychologically wrong with you then," I shrug not getting his point.

He sighs looking down at his hand that has the scar. "That day changed a lot of things for me. I've always had this voice inside me it was small at first but the more trouble I got in the louder it got. I started to see these images, they would haunt my dreams it started to get so bad I would get too angry and hurt someone it wasn't until my parents divorced that I found out why that I felt this hunger for blood and fuck Angel, when I did it was better than I imagined but it wasn't enough I needed more I needed to be stronger, you can't be a predator when you're as weak as your prey,"

When I don't say anything or look at him he asks me was I even listening. "Yes it just takes me a while to process so much evil all at once," I reply annoyed finally looking at him.

"Who was your first kill?" I ask fearing I already know the answer I ask anyway. Billy looks away from me with shame in his eyes.

"I didn't know he was your father when I framed him,"

"Wow, that makes things better. Not" I cross my arms and fight back tears as puzzle pieces finally fit into place.

"We don't have time for this," before I can reply I'm picked up off the ground and thrown over his shoulder. I pound my fists on his back as he marches me back to Stu's house.

Narrators POV

Tatum and Sidney walked towards Stu's crowded house, seeing the party already started. Music blasted loudly, people were already smoking and drinking.

"Are you sure Amara is here?" Sidney questions Tatum as they walk up to the porch. "Yes, I called her house twice she has to be here," Tatum replies eyeing people who kept getting In her way. Sidney was worried about her and didn't want to be there but Tatum and Stu practically begged her she did want to get her mind off the fact that her mother had another kid and never told her.