The Girl Who Couldn't Kill

Chapter 11-Threats From Chrome

"What the hell." Rory looked at the note she note in her hand, dropping her bottle of water. She had just returned to her dorm and when she reached to grab her backpack, the familiar laced-rim card of the Murder of Monopoly peaked out from the bottom of her laptop.

Be careful who you trust Rory because I know your secret. You have twisted fantasies, don't you? Because I too fantasize about murder and death. The difference between you and me is that I bring my thoughts into action while you wallow in your own guilt and pity. So why not embrace it? You know that's not healthy Rory. Do what brings you joy and don't let others stop you. Join me if you wish, I believe with your mind and my tactics we can create the best murder fest in the history of Brighton. Meet me at the courtyard tomorrow night at 12 pm and come alone and if you tell anyone about this, well, you know you wouldn't do anything to your friends and family, do you?

Sincerely your friend, Chrome

Rory blinked. Oddly, the message seems to be a motivation but in all the wrong ways possible.

How did Chrome know about her dark fantasies?

It didn't make sense. She had never told anyone about it, not even Autumn.

How could anyone have known?

Rory had always trusted Autumn with her problems and issues. Could it be that she had accidentally spread rumors? Rory didn't know for sure but she wasn't going to talk to Autumn until she had proof. Maybe she can tell Ajax. But then but quickly realized that she still hadn't apologized to him for her rudeness towards him in class. She hadn't meant to come off as nonchalant and moody.

She had to find Ajax immediately.

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"Ouchhh." Autumn groaned as she stabilized and readjusted her balance. Her vision and she could barely see the human shape in front of her. The slap across her face must've blinded her vision along with the ringing of her ears. Her cheeks were scorching hit when she placed her hand on it.

"You're not good enough," The voice said. "You should do better next time."

"I'm trying my best, okay? I-I have too much going on."

Another whiplash to the side of her ribs. A leather belt? She clutched her side as she sank to the ground. Shit. This was gonna bruise.

"Please stop." Autumn piped.

"You asked for it in the first place. You can't go back now." The voice boomed beside her ear.

"If you hit me again, I'll tell the school committee and council."

"You can't possibly dare. You asked for this."

"And now I'm telling you to stop. I only ever asked you to hit my palms, that was it."

"Whatever. But you better keep your mouth shut. Or I'll personally demolish your chances of a volleyball scholarship." Autumn was at the most vulnerable time in her life, she was traumatized beyond repair and she hated herself for it.

Autumn staggered back to her feet and looked at the blurry figure in front of her. His face twisted into disgust and she glared at him with all the hatred she had in her heart.

Her hands fly up to hold on against the wall as she retreated outside, breathing heavily she finally escaped the hellhole that sucked further into the blackhole she created.