🂱𝒪𝒸𝒸𝒾𝓈𝒾ℴ🂱- 𝙂𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚𝙓𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙚𝙧

New Home-14

(A/N: If you are reading this and not already skipping to the actual story, THANK YOU ALL SO MUCH! I MEAN- ALREADY OVER 100 READS?! YOU GUYS ARE JUST AMAZING! I LOVE YOU ALL AND ENJOY! <3 ALSO I AM VERY SORRY THAT I DID NOT POST YESTERDAY, I WAS A LITTLE BUSY!)
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Third Person POV:

Y/n fell to the ground. The two killers were quick to act. Before she hit the ground they both caught her. They shared worried glances. "Dude, what the fuck?! Is she dead?!" Stu asked frantically toward Billy. Billy placed his pointer and middle finger on a certain part of her neck. He let out a content sigh. "No, she's not dead. She just passed out I think." Stu's seemed to relax a bit. "What...what are we gonna do with her?" Stu asked slowly.

Billy cocked his head toward Stu. "We need to leave. Right. Now. The cops are probably on their way." "Well let's get the fuck out of here then!" Stu said loudly. The pair picked up the girl. "Do we really have to carry her?" Stu practically whined. Billy rolled his eyes. "Yes. I don't want to drag her on the god damned ground like another one of our useless victims. She's different." Stu glanced down at the girl who looked peacefully asleep.

"I guess you're right."
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First Person POV:

Fuuuuuck my head hurts. God...last night was a damn doozy. I slowly blinked open my eyes but only to clamp they shut again because of the sun beaming onto my face. I rolled onto my side and sighed. Was it normally this fucking warm in my shitty bed?...oh shit. I shot up and opened my eyes. I looked around the room then noticed the body laying next to me. I scrambled away with a meek yelp.

Stu lied sprawled out on the bed. I quickly glanced around the room again. WHERE IN THE FUCK AM I?! I scooted away more and more away from his sleeping form. "Why'd you move away sweets...you're warm." Stu mumbled flipping over so he was lying on his back. He looked over at me with his bed head. He smiled at me. "Good morning." I knitted my eyebrows together. "Where the hell am I, Stu?!" I almost yelled at him.

His smiled grew larger. "God I love it when you say my name." He sat up slowly while yawing and rubbing the sleepiness away from his eyes. "Answer my question." I said coldly toward him. He pouted. "Awww, why so mean all of a sudden?" I rolled my eyes. "Oh fuck off." He grinned. "I've already done that." I scooted back further. "Well," he said stretching his arms. "You're home."

I looked around the room for the third time. Small bedroom, random posters of bands strewn on the walls, records placed in a small box near a dresser, some cans of beer lying around, a bloodied knife sitting atop the dresser-my knife. My bloodied knife.
I jumped up and grabbed it off the dresser. I pointed it at Stu. "If you don't tell me where in the absolute fuck we are, I swear I'm going to kill you. You know I can do it."

Stu chuckled lightly. "Yeah, I know you can. But Y'know..I just don't feel like telling you what you wanna hear right now." He looked off to the side acting as if he was bored with me. I jumped back on the bed and got on top of him. He just lied there with his eyes wide open. I straddled him and put the knife to his throat. His hands were still roaming around free in the bed. "Stop moving your fucking hands. Put them in one place and leave them there."

He grinned. "Gladly." I scrunched up my face at his words. His hands slowly made their way to my waist. He had a shit eating grin on his face. I glared at him. "I only did what you told me to do!" He said playfully. I rolled my eyes. I placed my free hand by the side of his face. I held knife closer to his neck. "For a killer you're really submissive. If I knew any better I would say you're just a little lap dog." I smirked slightly at him.

His face visibly reddened. "What, cat got your tongue?" I grinned in triumph. Without a second glance he flipped my over and had me pinned on the bed. I gasped slightly. "You little shit..." I muttered with annoyance in my voice. In the process, my knife got thrown to the side where I couldn't reach it. He smiled at me with a hint of a sinister intention behind it. "Look who's all submissive now." I rolled my eyes and faced my head away from him. "Shut up goonfuck."

I heard a door open. I turned my head to see Billy standing in the doorway. He had shock written on his face. Then he grinned. "Did you two start the fun without me?" He asked slyly. I groaned. Pushed Stu off of me who had loosened his grip greatly. I sat up. "No. He just won't give my fucking answers." I sighed lowly and looked down at myself. These clothes are a little revealing...oh. my. god. Don't tell me-

"Did one of you fucking change my clothes when I was passed out?!"