In love with a murderer

Chapter 9

THIRD PERSON:

Friday.

They were finally sat in their last class of the day, English, they both enjoyed the class, maybe not as much as they enjoy just reading and writing, but it was one of the better lessons they had.

They were sat at the back of the room, per Maya's request, and due to how easy they found the class, were just sat talking, for the most part, so were most people in the room now due to how much the class was genuinely disliked.

"What's that?" Carina asks, gesturing to a piece of folded paper on Maya's desk that she had chosen to ignore for obvious reasons

"Oh, it's uh, nothing" she lies, the pencil in her hand now being bounced between her fingertips, trying to occupy her mind with something else, "I don't know, I haven't looked at it," she adds when she gets a look from Carina

"Can I look?" she asks

"Sure" she sighs, handing it over to her

She watched as she unfolds, her eyebrows furrowing

"Why is there a picture of a guy with like red ink all over it?" she asks, extremely confused as to what she was looking at

"That's uh... Jack and I'm guessing the ink is meant to be blood" Maya says quietly, her eyes glued to the book in front of her, she had no intention of looking at that picture, she'd seen so many she already had the image memorised in her head

"Why would somebody do that?" Carina asks softly

"Because I killed their best friend" she shrugs, she was used to it at this point, the pictures, messages from unknown numbers, one time, someone broke into her locker and filled it with water guns and a note saying 'I know it's not what you're used to, but you can practice on these while you chose your next victim', it was horrible, she remembered it so clearly, everyone in the hallway, just watching as they fall out of her locker.

She watched as Carina crumpled the paper back up, throwing it behind them and into the bin before turning back to Maya, looking at her sadly.

"It doesn't matter, just ignore it," Maya says, trying to move past the situation as a whole

They didn't have too long left of the lesson, so they sat in silence for the most part, Carina not wanting to upset Maya and Maya not in the mood for small talk.

When the bell sounded, the pair made their way out of the building, once again, in total silence until they reach the forest, honestly, it was as if they had no ability to not talk to each other when they were in there.

"Can I ask you something?" Maya asks quietly, looking to her right to see Carina

"Go on" Carina urges,

"Why have I never seen your dad?" she asks, "I always see your mom, but I've never seen your dad"

"He left when I was ten, it's just my mom and I now," Carina whispers, there was no point lying to her, the truth would come out at one point or another

"Oh, I'm sorry," Maya says softly, looking over at her

"It's ok, I never liked him anyways, always yelled at my mom"

"I'm still sorry"

"He said he left because of me because I was too ungrateful. He worked a lot, it was all he cared about and then when I asked him why he didn't care about us and why he only cared about work, he said I was an ungrateful child and that we didn't deserve him,"

"What was his job?" Maya asks

"I never knew, I never wanted to ask because he would just start yelling,"