Chapter 2 - What Happened

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The blonde pressed her back to the wall as Samantha raised her knife to her throat and then went up to her face. She kept going up until the knife hit the right eye of the girl

"Bye,"


{Samantha's POV}


I woke up with a thud and some footsteps. I opened up my eye and turned to my dresser, grabbing my pocket knife and turned to the doorway to face the robber. There wasn't a robber in the doorway, it was Andy, and he didn't hold a weapon or the sweet smile that he had yesterday when we met. Andy had a sick smirk and blood splattered his clothes as if he was a wall and the blood was paint. My gaze went to Dillon's body that was limp in Andy's hand. I walked over to Andy, but still kept distance

"What did you- What did you do?"

"I helped," those two words scared me, helped with what? Andy held with free hand up as if trying to shake hands. My brain screamed no, but I held his hand "We better burn him-" he nodded to Dillon's limp "Before anyone expects anything," I nodded, but was thinking What the fuck am I doing? I felt my mind shut down right there. I felt Andy controlling me as he turned on my fireplace, I stopped him though and took Dillon

"This-" I began "This is what you get you one eyed motherfucker," I stabbed his right eye until it became a mushy mess and I threw him into the burning flames.



That is what happened. That is what was happening to the blonde. She was dying in an alley somewhere in New York, my new home. Her right eye was nothing but mush. Andy looked up at me as I walked into our apartment

"Hey Sammy," he greeted me "Better get washed off, your getting groceries," I groaned. The bathroom was left open and I deleted messages off my phone my mom sent me

"Sorry Mom," I said to no one in particular "But I'm not you little Sammy anymore," that was true. I was Samantha Grey, a killer, a monster, a thing.

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