Fighting for my life

Chapter 12: How Could You?

This chapter has some violence in it, Please skip if your not comfortable <3
-author :)

I was out of breathe. Run, was all that was going through my head. 'Breathe' I told myself. But it seems I can do all but that. I think i'm going to die.

*A couple hours earlier*

I pulled up to Starbucks and parked my pretty light pink bike.

Where is he?

I decided just to go inside and get a table... but i guess he beat me to it. He picked a table in the back of  Starbucks, thats why i couldn't see him. rude.

"Hey." I whispered, not knowing what to say. I mean my friend is dead. ha.

That makes two.

"hey, go order. We can talk after," He said. "do you want anything?" I asked. "hmm, black coffee please." He answered while handing me a twenty dollar bill.

"wha- no, i'm paying since I told you to meet me here!" I yelled. "No."

I got a dragon fruit refresher, with light ice. Starbucks always gives me so much ice, Jeez.

"Here." I handed him his coffee and sat down. "Thanks. I think we need to figure out who the hell did this." He mumbled. "No dip Sherlock." I giggled. "not the time."

He put his head on the table. Maybe he is right... to soon for jokes. oops.

"sorry," I sighed. "It's fine... Wheres your friend, Tiffany, is it?" He asked. "Oh uh, I actually don't know where she is, i can text her if you want." I said, confused.

"yeah. thanks." He started playing with his hair anxiously. *ding* she responded.

Tiff🫶🏻😏

hey, wyd right now!

I'm at my grandmas
house... why?

Just wondering! Did
you hear about Ruby?

Yeah.. I did. I got
to go bestie, my
grandma is calling
me. bye <3

Well that went.. well i think. Something was off though, I just can't put my finger on it.

"What did she say?" Dean asked curiously. "She is at her grandmas house." I said.

Dean froze and his mouth fell open. "She doesn't have grandparents."

Oh. My. God.

I sprinted out of the store, leaving dean there frozen. Sorry not sorry.

It was almost dark out and I was trying to get to Tiffanys house, but instead, i was lost.

You know those horror movies where the main character is in an ally way, well that main character is me.

Shoot. I'm definitely dead. No i'm fine. I just watch to many movies.

I started to speed walk and ended up at a dead end. I glanced up and the sky and saw a full moon. A werewolf better not eat me.

I turned my head and saw someone. They could help me.

"hey? you there, in the white shirt with red tie-dye." I yelled. "It's not tie dye love." I gulped.

I looked down slowly at the floor, and saw a lifeless body. The guy started to walk to me, carefully.

Oh and I forgot, he was holding a knife. maybe this is a horror movie.

"P-please, don't hurt m-me." I begged, while taking a few steps backwards.

I ran into something. I looked behind me and saw another guy there, but instead of a knife, he was holding a gun.

I fell to the ground, not the time to be clumsy Olivia.

I raised my hand to my cheek and felt that it was wet. I got to go, I need to go.

I stood up and raced off, taking a left turn. They were following me.

I was out of breathe. Run, was all that was going through my head. 'Breathe' I told myself. But it seems I can do all but that. I think i'm going to die.