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We shouldnt: part 6- Tara Carpenter

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You ran over to the girl, catching her head before it smacked on the ground. Her blood covering your pants quickly. "Sam!" You screamed, turning your head toward Tara who was standing there silent and in shock. "Sam come here!"

The older girl came through the doorway quickly, her eyes immediately falling into you and Mindy, blood everywhere. "Jesus, what happened?" She asked as she ran over, but before you were able to answer Richie spoke.

"What did you do to her?" He said, his voice high pitched and scared as he ran in the room. He seemed absolutely convinced that you had injured the girl.

"She didn't do it." Tara snapped back, looking him up and down quickly as he crossed the room, standing away from you. You were focused on him and Mindy, as you tried to help Sam lift the injured girl on the couch, but then you remembered the other person you were missing.

"Amber?" You yelled, hoping to hear your sisters voice as a confirmation that she is okay, "Amber where are you?" No response. Your heart began beating rapidly in your chest. Then you saw a figure walk through the door, hope flooding through your body, but then you realized it was Liv, blood smeared on her clothes.

"I- I- found." She stuttered a she walked through the door. Your muscles tensed as you realized what she was trying to say.

"Who?" You asked as you left Mindy, just caring about where your sister was. She just stared at you, her hands shaking as she looked at you. The fear that she had found Amber overwhelmed you and you broke. "Liv who the fuck did you find?" You screamed, grabbing her shoulders quickly.

"Chad!" She finally choked out, her tears streaming down her face. And you felt awful at the relief you felt, guilty that you were glad it wasn't your sister. But then there was still the question, where was she? However before you could open your mouth to ask, Liv's blood covered the front of your shirt, a knife through her neck.

You quickly took a few steps back, watching as her lifeless body fell to the floor, the masked killer behind her becoming visible. Your heart raced as you looked at the person, blood dripping down your front.

But then you heard a car pull up outside, everyone's head snapping toward the large window. Two women quickly got out of the car and began their climb up your front porch, and with the killer distracted, you ran.

You grabbed Tara by the sleeve and practically dragged her as you sprinted out of the room, hearing Richie yell something incoherently as you did so. All you wanted to do was get Tara to safety and find your sister.

You knew Tara couldnt run well with all of her current injuries, but that didnt stop you from running faster than you thought possible, turning the corner in your kitchen and heading up the stairs.

You then heard a crash from behind you, turning around just enough to see the killer right behind the two of you, crashing into things as they tried to catch up.

"Go to my room, lock the door!" You yelled to Tara as you pushed her in front of you and into the upstairs hallway, your heart racing.

You weren sure what you were doing and you were certain that it was dumb, but you were going to try anyway.

So you quickly spun on your heels and ran full force at the killer, using your shoulder to take them down much like you had when they attacked Sam in the hospital.

The two of you went tumbling down the flight of stairs, your ribs crashing down on the floor with a harsh thud, the psycho landing right next to you.

Thankfully, Sam ran in from the other room, grabbing the knife from them and kicking it away. So as soon as you caught your breath you sat up, twisting your body and straddling the killer to hold them down.

As they struggled under you, trying to push you off, you took hold of their mask, gripping the material in your hand and ripping it off in one swift motion.

Then your blood ran cold and every bone in your body felt like glass. Your heart was ripped out of your chest and your stomach knotted.

Amber.

Your very own twin sister sitting under you, a sadistic look on her face as she watched your realization. She then shoved you off her full force, which was easy to do seeing as your entire body had gone limp.

Sam took a quick lunge at Amber, but was stopped when she felt a cold metal blade on her back. Richie standing there, a similar expression on his face that your sister had.

"Hey there sis." Amber hissed as she stood up fully, still wearing the menacing cloak, kicking the mask in your direction. "Surprised?"

You couldnt even form any words as you looked at the person you had grown up with, your bestfriend for as long as you had been alive.

"Got no words huh?" Richie piped up, his grating voice somehow causing you even more anguish.

"Tara!" Amber then suddenly called, "Its safe to come down!" And for some reason, this made you find your strength.

"No!" You yelled as you stood up, rushing at your sister trying to bring her down once more. But as she pulled a gun from her waistline and pressed it right to your chest, you lost all hope you had had for her.

"Shut your fucking mouth." She hissed, her eyes unrecognizable to you as you looked at her, tears beggining to fall from your eyes. "Come on down!"

As you looked at your sister, you remembered all of the things you had been through, wondering where everything went wrong and how she got this way.

But you couldnt let Tara fall into this trap, so ignoring what your sister had just said, you yelled to the girl upstairs, taking the chance that your sister could shoot you, hoping she wouldn't.

"Tara dont!" You screamed, a sharp pain immediately spreading through your shoulder. You knew that Amber didnt shoot you because her gun was still pressed to the middle of your chest, so what happened?

"She said shut up!" Richie yelled as he dragged his knife along your back, the feeling of pain washing over quickly as your body reacted to the shock.

You were expecting to then be yelled at by Amber, and even possibly shot, but what you didnt expect was who she actually turned her anger toward.

"Dont touch my sister!" She screamed, turning the gun and pointing it at her own partner. "I gave you one fucking rule!"

As the two of them began arguing you looked over at Sam, her eyes trained on the gun in your sister's hand. And as the two of you made eye contact she just gave you a subtle nod.

Sam grabbed Amber's arm, causing her to instinctively pull the trigger, the bullet coursing through Richie's chest quickly. As she did this you sprinted toward the stairs, on your way there you saw the two strange women in the kitchen, unconscious or dead on the floor.

But you just kept running, your legs propelling you up the stairs and to your bedroom, your body practically flying into the door.

"Tara, baby, it's me, let me in." You hissed as you knocked rapidly, the adrenaline coursing through your veins.

The door swung open and you ran in, shutting it behind you and twisting the lock again. Your chest heaving as your tears started back up.

"Where is Sam?" Tara asked, but you couldnt catch your breath. Even if you hadnt ran here you were still reeling with the fact that your other half was a murderer.

And just as you got the breath to answer, there was a shrill scream from downstairs, your heart stopping.

This scream came from your sister.