My Satanica

Miserable at best

Twyla's p.o.v

Kyle and I grabbed our guns out of the back seat and put the silencers on.

"You back, I front?" Kyle asked me, adjusting his gun.

"Or we could both go through the back."

"Are we scaring her or...?"

"Killing her Kyle. She kidnaps kids." My mom and dad had been so surprised at the fact that I could hit the target perfectly on the dot. This is why. I do a whole lot more than they think. I do what my mom does when she goes out on a hunt, I dress nice. Tonight I wore my birthday dress with black strappy heals. My hair was straightened and teased up high, and my makeup was heavy eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow. All sounds like a terrible combination, but it works for this job.

We ran up the steps as quiet as we could, until Kyle's dumb ass tripped up the steps.

"Nice fucking job daisy!" I half whispered half shouted.

After my shouting, as if on cue, a light was flipped on upstairs. I looked at Kyle in panic.

"Just keep going." Kyle pointed up the steps. I looked forward and proceeded on going up the steps.

By the time I had reached the top, I was face to face with Lily.

"Who are you?! What are you doing in my house?!" Lily was practically screaming. I didn't give it a second thought before shooting her in her head. Kyle and I ran down the steps and were out the door.

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It was practically silent on the way back until Kyle flipped.

"What the hell was that?!" Kyle shouted.

"What are you talking about?"

"You can't just shoot her like that! You didn't even question her! You-"

I cut him off. "Sometimes you don't ask questions Kyle, you know what you know and you go from there. There isn't always time for a tea party, God.. Shut the fuck up!"

Kyle slammed in the breaks, sending my head to snap forward and back.

"We made an agreement when we started this, Twyla. We made a pact. Signed a contract. You always, ALWAYS question before the kill."

"Bullshit. She didn't deserve to be breathing and you know it! You read that sick bitches profile!"

Kyle was silent for a moment. He turned to me with a cold look in his eyes.

"Get out of my car. Don't call me, text me, nothing. I never want to see you again you stupid bitch!"

Haha... Wrong girl to say that to. I pulled my gun from between my legs and pointed it at his head.

"Are you breaking up with me Kyle?" I bit my lip and fought back a few tears.

"Yes Twyla.. I am.. Get out."

I jumped out of the car and began running home. tears streaming down my face. I didn't have it in me to shoot him... I just couldn't.

I got questioning looks from my parents as I darted past them into my sleep space.

I didn't do anything wrong other than be honest with him.

"Twyla... What's wrong?" Dad said walking into my room.

"Nothing. I would like to be alone, please." I felt the end of my bed sink, but I didn't dare look.

"Tell that lie to someone else. What's wrong?" His voice sounding firm.