🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

Music To My Ears-12

(A/N: AHHHHH- IM SORRY FOR NOT UPDATING YESTERDAY- IM REALLY TRYING TO UPDATE EVERYDAY BUT I JUST DIDN'T HAVE ANY MOTIVATION YESTERDAY! THIS CHAPTER IS GOING TO BE LONGER THAN NORMAL BECAUSE I JUST FEEL BAD-IM SORRY ANYWAYS LOVE Y'ALL! <3)
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"Cmon baby, your girlfriend doesn't have to know.." I practically purred to the guy I was talking to. I put my hand on his chest and looked him up and down. He glanced away for a second. I gently grabbed his face and guided it toward me so he would actually be looking my way. "Darling, I'm sure your girlfriend can't do half the shit I can." The guy looked down at me and grinned. "Follow me." I smirked at him. "Of course, love."

He grabbed my hand and started to guide me toward to bathroom. I grinned thinking about all the things I'm going to do to him. He went in first and shut the door behind us-locking it. "Awwww...I guess you don't want me running away now. Is that why you locked the door?" I placed one hand on his hip and one on his neck. He gave me a shit eating grin. "Mhm...now let's get down to business." He lifted up his arms and threw his shirt onto the floor. I smiled up at him.

"You're verrry handsome..." I got on my tippy toes and pecked his lips. Disgusting bitch. I wish I didn't have to fuck around with him. "Is that all I get?" He asked cockily placing his hands on my waist. "Yes...no.." I paused looked up at his deviously. He cocked an eyebrow. "You'll only get more if you beg for it." His face contorted into one of confusion for a second before another shit eating grin formed on his face. He took his hands off my waist and clasped them together.

"Please...please play with me." He looked down at me with the "I'm-just-doing-this-so-you-will-fuck-me" face. I scowled slightly. "On your knees." His eyes widened slightly. "W-what?" He stumbled on his words a bit probably because a girl has never treated him the same way he treats the girl. "You heard me. Get on your knees and beg for me." I looked up at him with a monotone expression.

He slowly got down onto his knees and looked up at me while grabbing my thighs tightly. I cringed at him in my mind. God-why the fuck does he have to grab my goddamn thighs..whatever. We'll start playing our lovely game soon anyways. "Go on." I looked down at him and grinned slightly while wrapping placing my hands gingerly on his head. "Please...I beg of you. Please okay with me. My girlfriend won't need to know. She'll never know. It's only me and you babe."

I smirked. "Good boy. Looks like you deserve a reward for your very hard work." He looked at me with expectant eyes. "Lay down." I told him while placing my hands on my hips. He did as he was told without anything hesitance. I grinned harder. Looks like this'll be easier than I thought. I stood over the top of him and straddled him. He smiled up at me. "Are you ready for your reward?" His nodded his head. "Yes."

I slowly leaned down closer to him about to kiss him until I gasped loudly. He looked at me confused. "What? What happened?" I slapped my forehead. "I forgot." I sighed shaking my head slowly. His eyebrows knitted together. "What'd you forget?" He asked still with a confused face. I took my hand away from my face and grinned sinisterly. "I forgot that you already lost the game." He rolled his eyes. "What the hell-"

I pulled my knife quickly out of the holster and plunged it into his heart. He gasped for air bringing his arms up to my face trying to choke me out. I twisted the knife slowly, painfully into his heart. Blood trickled out of his mouth. He died seconds later. I sighed content. "Good thing ya locked the door, sweets. Or else we'd have gotten caught." I smiled and gripped my knife and yanked it out of him.

I watched the blood drip off of the knife and onto his still warm but dead body. I ran my fingers along the full side of the knife. His blood coated my fingers. I looked at my hand and grimaced. "If only this was the shit they used for pigs blood in Carrie. Good ole' corn syrup..." I mumbled the last part and finally stood up staring at the dead body in front of me.
I did good. I'm proud of myself. I'm so glad he didn't scream though...that would have been harder to explain.

I picked up his body the best I can and placed him in the Machers bathtub. I pulled the shower curtain over to cover him. I grabbed my knife from off the floor and put in back into the holster with his blood still dripping off of it. I can't leave that there. I stepped back and looked at the puddle of blood that lay on the floor. I rolled my eyes. "Forgot that I have to actually clean up." I opened up the cabinet underneath the sink and looked for cleaning supplies. I grabbed a bottle of bleach and a towel. I poured the bleach on the towel and used it to wipe the blood off. Bleach removes blood so that not even black lights can see it. Mother always knew best. Too bad I fucking killed her sorry ass along with dad. They deserved it though. Everyone deserved it.

I put the supplies back in the cabinet and then opened the door to the bathroom. I locked the door from the inside and then closed it. "Don't want anyone going on there..." I muttered while walking back into the living room. I expected many students to still be roaming around to high school shit but no. Not a single soul was in the living room. Now that I think about it, I haven't heard anything since me and that fucker went into the bathroom.

I looked around searching through various rooms in the Macher residence. I soon found my way to what seemed to me the garage. I could barely see anything due to the slight moonlight shinning through the open garage door, but I did see the silhouette of someone near the door of the garage. I walked closer ready to grab my knife if needed. I finally got close enough and gasped slightly. Tatum hanged from what seemed to be a cat door on the bottom of the garage door. Even through her head was on the other side of it I could tell it was mangled. "Someone here knows how to use the items around them to kill...I wonder who." I mumbled to myself while touching Tatum's body. It was still slightly warm.

I sighed slightly grinning at the site. "Sorry, I didn't really know ya well Tate so even I had a chance to save you- I wouldn't have." I rolled my eyes and then walked out of the garage and shut the door behind me quietly acting as if nothing happened. I walked toward the base of the stairs and heard a soft groan come from the top of the stairs. I looked up and saw Billy covered in what looked like blood. He walked down the stairs fumbling a lot. He fell at the base of the stairs. He looks like he was shot or stabbed.

I don't think he noticed me yet. I might as well help the fucker. He doesn't seem...that bad. I quickly rushed over to him and fell to the ground on my knees beside him. "What happened? Are you okay, Billy?" I asked toward him. He just groaned in response. I noticed he had his hand over his stomach. "Oh." I simply stated in monotone. "You were shot?" He shook his head slightly. "N-no." I tilted my head slightly. "Stabbed?" He nodded his head. "Let me help you, it's the least I could do."

I helped him stand up and guided him over to the kitchen. "Sit down. Try not to move much or talk. It'll make it worse. Trust me. I know from experience." He squinted his eyes at me slightly. I ripped off part of my clothing and walked back up to him. "Keep pressure on the wound. That's the only way you won't die. Use this to help." I placed the piece of cloth between the wound and his hand. I accidentally pushed a little too hard on his wound. He didn't react. I looked up at him.

He stared back at me with an unknown expression.