In your Blood

🔪Chapter Three🔪

"I'll be away for the day." Your mother spoke as you stood in the doorway. "I have to visit Dewey but if there is anything-"

"I call you, I know." You showed a side smile, showing your cellphone.

"I love you."

"I love you too."

You closed the door after she left. You looked around the house, wondering what to do. It was already the afternoon and you were craving to watch some movies.

You prepared the popcorn and the chocolated snacks before going to your room and turned on the television. You had just fall on your bed when the phone rang. You picked up. "Hello?"

"Hey, Y/N!" It was Sasha. "You doing alright? You seemed somewhere else during class yesterday."

"Yeah, I guess the events of the morning was making me not concentrate. You heard about the murder?"

"I did. My dad was with me when the news came up. I hated this girl, but a straight up murder, that's cold. Especially how brutal and violent it was. They say she was stabbed to death thirty one times."

You didn't know what to say. "Fuck..." You grabbed a chocolate. "Well, I don't know what you are doing now but I am sitting pretty comfortable here, ready to watch a movie."

Sasha groaned, jealous. "Wish I could spend it with you. My parents don't want me to leave the house. They have me on their sight and it is honestly weird. I heard them talked about everything returning from the past. They are deranged."

You laughed half-heartedly. Her parents were strict in a way. "They love you, Sasha."

"I would be walking more freely in a prison." She responded dryly, feeling her rolling her eyes. "I'll let you watch your movie."

"Take care of yourself." The call ended.

You lay the phone on your nightstand, starting the film, but the ringtone of your device yelled at you to answer again. "Sasha, what did you forget? Your parents heard you talking shit about them?" Your laugh died down however when they responded. "I am not Sasha."

The voice seemed disorted. You scoffed nervously. "Then, who are you?"

"The question isn't who am I, the question is where am I?"

"So, where are you?"

"Your front door."

You didn't want to think and in a panic, you ran to it, making sure it was locked and then checked your security on your phone, as well as the patio door. You weren't taking any chances. You didn't heard anything outside and neither on the phone, so you waited, looking over your shoulders from time to time. Loud banging caught you of guard and you started whimpering, not ready to die like the girl who cheated with your ex boyfriend. You wished your mother was there.

It stopped, until the robotic voice on your phone spoke.

"Doors unlocked, system desarmed."

You clicked again, looking between the device and the door. "Doors locked. System armed."

You had to redo the same patterns as he did. You were growing weak, tears streaming on your face. The killer was playing with you psychologically and you hated it.

Your cellphone rang again and you broke down after jumping at the sound.

"Do you like this little game, Y/N? I sure do."

"Fuck you asshole!" You cried, running up the stairs and locking your bedroom door behind you.

"It hurts me the way you are talking to me. I just want to play."