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Chapter III - Confusion

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"Mommy?" I yelled, walking towards the kitchen. Did I just call my mom, mommy? I guess I'm just really scared.

Where is she? She doesn't work and she's always awake at this time.

I stood there wondering, and ran outside. She's not here.

That boy. He was in my room, how? He might of killed my mother.

No, this couldn't be happening. I know regretting in denial is bad but that couldn't be.

Tears flow down my cheeks as I fell on the floor. My mother, she weren't exactly perfect but she was my only family.

All I could think of was payback.

I ran inside my kitchen wiping away the tears, taking out two shape knife. I started sharpening one, I didn't stop until it was night time.

I smiled wickedly, looking down at my knife. He's going to regret what he did to my mother and me.

As I climbed into my bed, this weird feeling ruined my thoughts. What if he's in here right now?

I gulped, looking around slowly. Then I looked at window and I saw it opened.

"I know you're in here." I said softly, hoping he heard. I heard a soft chuckle coming out the closet and it creaked open slowly. I jumped out of my bed and grabbed my knife, hiding it behind my back.

"You was right." He said and at that very moment, music blasted loudly.

"Bitch you guessing, you was right."

I covered my ears, and shouted for him to stop it. To my surprise, he actually listened.

"Was that necessary?" I asked in disbelief. Is he that childish?

"In my opinion, it actually was necessary." He walked towards me, griping his sharp blade. I backed away from him hitting the wall.

"Leave me alone." I snapped. "Please!"

He stopped dead in tracks, "I need to do this."

"W-Why?" I asked, looking away.

"Because you're on my list." He stated.

"What's you're name?" I asked, changing the subject quickly.

"That is none of your business, Eleanor. " He said, he was right in front of me but I don't dare to look at him.

"Isn't it not fair that you know my name and I don't." I whisper starring at his chest. I couldn't look at his eyes, those eyes were the devils.

"We're not playing games, my sweets. I'm here to kill you." He snarled.

"Well, before you kill me. I want to know your name." His gripped his hand tightly and he threw his knife into the wall. I was in shocked, I looked at the knife near my head. He pulled out the knife quickly and glance at me while wiping away the dirt.

"Please," I trailed off. "Just kill me already."

"Why would I kill you? Dying is just an easy escape to not suffering anymore. And I wouldn't kill you because once you're dead I won't have anyone to enjoy torturing " I looked at him in horror and confusion.

He just said he wanted to kill me.

But now he wanted me to suffer his torture.

I was beyond confused, and he smirked.

"Confused, huh?" He asked, knowing the answer. "Don't worry my sweets, this is just the beginning the ending will be surprising." He grabbed my chin to look at me but I didn't look at him. The his next move surprised me the most, he kissed my forehead.

"By the way, my sweets. That knife wouldn't harm me." How did he even see it?

With that last statement he opened the window wider, and glance at me before jumping down.

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