Killer Kings

Chapter 12: Coming Clean

I'm sitting on the floor dressed in one of Billy's white t-shirts with a pair of green lace panties on under it. I have Freddy Krigger socks on my feet, and I'm debating between Nightmare on Em Street or Halloween, which is my favorite.

I ultimately decided that I needed to calm down, or I'm going to legitimately kill Tatum in public, which will definitely send me to jail after making my past come out and be revealed. I've taken great pains in hiding my past from everyone, and I refuse to allow some shallow, self-centered bitch make me fuck it all up.

Just as I'm about to give up and watch both of them, having a mixed marathon, the front door opens and slams closed. I hear footsteps behind me, two pairs from the sounds of it, and I smile as I recognize Billy's boots and Stu's vans as they walk until they're behind me, their shadows looming over me from the morning sunlight shining on us.

"If you are here to kill me, let me see Michael Myers one more time, will you? I just want to die watching that beautiful man kill someone." I say as I lean over and stick Halloween into the DVD player. I hear Stu snicker amusedly behind me, but other than that, it's dead quiet.

Sighing softly and leaning back on my hands, I look up at the boys. Stu's on my left while Billy's on my right, and they both look a bit pissed, shocked, amused, and beyond hotter than they should be.

Fuck, why do they have to be illegal level hot? I feel like a sacked potato around them.

"What? It was just a joke. Lighten up boys. I know I'm trying to." I comment as I stand up and move over to the couch, curling up in my usual spot in the corner.

"Lighten up? Maxine, you just called and said you wanted to kill somebody. That's not light, you know." Billy says as Stu practically runs over to cuddle me on the couch. I look at Billy, taking in his features and face.

God, he even looks like the walking poster child for killer.

I chew on my lip and look up at Stu, the goofiest boy I know and someone who can always make me feel lighter by getting me to laugh. I look at my lap, staring at the red skull on the blanket as I start to realize that these boys have no idea who I am.

Aside from the basic things like my favorite food and color, they really don't know much about me. I want to tell them, the first time I've ever wanted to spill my guts to literally anyone, but I'm worried that they won't want me after they hear about my past.

Even if they're both gunning to kill everyone while Stu is already a killer.

Granted, I know Gail Weathers has probably already caught wind of my rocky past, and she's without a doubt got all these theories on it. Most of them would totally screw me, but I want to tell them. I want them to hear it from me instead of the news.

"Babygirl?" Billy is sitting beside me, and I nearly jump because I don't remember hearing or seeing him move to the couch. I sigh as I look at both boys again, both of them looking at me with mixes of emotions. Concern, worry, and lust being the most prominent ones.

"Okay," I start, frowning because I actually have no idea where to start, "what I'm about to say will totally blow your minds. I've...well, no easy way to explain this so I'm just gonna blurt it out. I'm a killer, too."

"What?" They boy ask, and the fact the asked in perfect unison makes me laugh as I lean back on the couch. They shoot questions left and right while I laugh, and I hold my hands up to get them to stop.

"Alright, alright, stop before you combust into flame and explode." I tell them, a grin on my face before it falls, and I think about everything I'm about to tell them. "I want you to hear it all from me before the news twists it, especially with that Gail bitch running around. I...you know that I have a shit past, worse than most people and no, that is not a pity thing so don't you even start Billy Loomis."