Killer Kings

Chapter 5: Ring, Ring Ghostdaddy's

It's evening time, and I'm in my kitchen making myself some food for dinner. I had called my mother after school, but when she answered, it was to tell me that she's busy and to wait until she comes home in a few months. She hung up after that.

You're so very helpful indeed, mother.

I'm stirring my spaghetti noodles as I think about everything that happened today. After lunch, I started to pay even closer attention to Billy and Stu, wanting to figure my theories out. It's rather clear to anyone who looks closely enough that the two boys have something going on between them.

Everyone must just be either stupid or oblivious as fuck. Or both.

Then, of course, there's the way their eyes seem to light up in amusement when anyone around them brings up the murders. A look of knowing wickedness always passes between them, like they seem to know a lot more than they're letting on.

Then there's the cunning mischievous air that they both seem to carry with them. It's in the way they subtly mention a new detail in a way that no one would question it, but I certainly am.

I'm on to their game, and I plan to win this like the boss bitch that I am.

I shake my head clear it as I finish cooking my food, and put my portion on a plate, sticking the leftovers in the fridge. I put all the dishes in the sink to do later as I sit at the table with my food. I start to eat and look up at the constant empty spot across from me since I'm always left alone.

"Hi, mom. How was your day?" I ask the space, getting silence in return like I normally do. I can feel my tears start to prick my eyes, but I force a smile on my face anyway. "Really? The painters got the wrong color scheme? I don't even want to image how far that set you back."

I do this all the time. I like to pretend that my mother is here with me like a mother should be. Like she actually cares enough to be part of my life. It's better than letting the depressive thoughts of knowing that I'm truly all alone sink in. I take a few more bites as I "listen to my ranting mother".

"Well, my day was interesting. I met this girl named Sidney, but I don't think I'll really get along with her. She's got this innocence about her that I know will eventually drive me crazy. Then, there's her friend Tatum, who I absolutely hate with a burning passion. She acts like I'm a dark stain in her town, and she even called me a freak and a bitch. Seriously, someone should really knock her off that high horse she's constantly riding around on."

I have the feeling I'm going to end up being that someone.

Silence responds as I eat a few more bites, quietly wishing that I wasn't alone. Hell, I wish it was dark outside because then I might get the chance to talk to my killers, who make me feel less alone in the world. The thought of talking to them again makes me giggle excitedly as I pick at my food, a blush rising to my usually pale cheeks.

"I met these two boys, and I don't know...I think I'm starting to like them as more than a friend. I know we just met, and you'd smack the back of my head for getting this attached to strangers, but I can't help it. They're the first people I actually manage to get along with, and they play along with my dark humored games instead of run away like everyone else has."

I finish my food and take my plate and fork to the sink. I turn the water on and lean against the counter as I wait for the water to get hot. I look over at the table, keeping the smile on my face as I feel a few tears fall down my face.

Fuck, why does everyone leave me? Is there something wrong with me? Or am I just this unlikable?

"I think they like me like I do them, but I don't know. They're dating Sydney and Tatum, and before you ask, no, I won't feel bad if they leave them to try to be with me." I swallow harshly and start working on the dishes, my tears falling and mixing in with the hot water.