☙ℋℯ 𝒽𝓊𝓇𝓉 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝒾𝓉 𝒻ℯ𝓁𝓉 𝓁𝒾𝓀ℯ 𝓉𝓇𝓊ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ☙
Emely is the daughter of Mickey Altieri but keeps it a secret since she doesn't like to be know by her last name so she changed her last name to Blakely and met new friends in New York when he...
"Okay this will be all" I said to the cashier handing him money.
"Here you go"
He handed me my Marlboro, Red, filtered pack of cigarettes, I then walked out of the store with my pack and a pack of cherry shaped gummies. I entered my car and closed the door and turned on the car.
"You smoke?" Ethan asked
"You know you ask a lot of questions, but anyways open them for me and hand me my lighter from your side of the door" I said while driving out of the gas station. I then finally made my way to the college.
"Here you go" Ethan says while putting a cigarette in my mouth and lighting it.
I blowed out the smoke and after that, there was complete silence. I tried to side eye him and saw his leg bouncing up and down while fidgeting with the box of cigarettes.
"Do I make you nervous?" I ask chuckling. I took the cigarette out of my mouth and blowed the smoke out my window, still keeping the cancer stick in my hand while driving. I heard his small laugh from under his breath.
"No, it's just that" he stops his sentence to not laugh.
"What is it?" I ask, trying not to chuckle
"It's nothing" he replies back, covering his mouth.
"What's so funny loser" I ask playfully
"Just that" he gives out a big breath "Chad was right" he says looking his side of the window.
"What'd he tell you about me?" I playfully rolled my eyes.
"Well, he said that you are pretty confident and that you like to speak out your thoughts" he said with a warm smile while scratching the back of his neck.
"Not really, just with nerds like you I am" I chuckled as he scoffed.
"I don't blame you" he replied.
The whole ride to his dorm was us just talking about each other. I got to know him a lot more, and he got to know my fake past, but when I was telling him about it, he had a confused face.
"Okay we are here, if you ever need a ride or help or something's here is my number" I took a pen from the arm rester and grabbed his left hand gently. I moved closer to him and wrote my number on his wrist. Once I was finished I noticed he was blushing, we made eye contact for a few minutes until he broke it.
"Thanks for your number and the uhm uh ride Emely, and I'll uh call you later, no uhm I mean see you later" he stuttered as he was walking out of the car, he almost hits his head on his way out. He then closed the door and waved goodbye with a light shade of pink on his cheeks.
I smiled as I drove off to my apartment. Once I got to the parking lot.
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The photo is how the lot looked like. It was scary as fuck. I locked my doors and walked to the elevator, I had a feeling of someone watching me, it was chilly outside so I tried my best to be quick.
I finally reached the elevator and after I got on I got a call from an unknown number, I wanted to answer it but I also didn't want to, I ignored it completely. I made my way to my room and once I opened the room I got slapped across the face. I though it was ghostface but.
"Why didn't you answer my call you slut?" Brian asked, I stood quiet, I didn't want to cry in the middle of explaining and plus he will call me stupid for believing in some stupid murderer. "Answer me!" He yelled
"it was an accident" I replied back with a trembling voice. He then pulled my hair to make me look at him.
"TELL ME THE TRUTH!" He yelled as he aggressively pulled my hair
"I am sorry!" He then slapped my face again leaving a red mark.
"TELL ME THE TRUTH YOU BITCH!" He yelled back, I grabbed the side of my cheek he slapped, I started to let out tears, they ran down my face. When he was about to slap me again a door knocked. "Wait right here" he obeyed as he started walking towards the door.
I was starting to cry, why do I let people treat me like shit? I ask to myself as I sit on the couch. Just then I heard a loud thud noise where Brian went. "Brian?" I ask getting up slowly. I slowly walk to the front door and see a pool of red liquid on the floor "Brian?!" I ask a little loud with a tremble in my voice, I then see Brian's lifeless body on the floor. Someone has slit his throat and stabbed him in the stomach. I gasp and cover my mouth, I started crying but then looked above Brian and there was a big figure standing above him breathing heavily. It was ghostface.
I widened my eyes and started running to my room with ghostface rushing behind me, I was about open the door when he gripped his gloved hand around my waist. "HELP!" I yelled hoping for someone to call 911 or something, he made me turn to him and saw my red cheek. I was looking at his mask the whole time, shaking, I then turn my head to the other way, "just kill me already!" I demanded as I closed my eyes shut. Silence. I then opened them and saw that he was gone and so was the body of Brian. Was this all a dream.
