WHO KILLED VICTORIA? | Complete

Chapter Nineteen | Through The Window

3 Months Until Victoria's Death...

"What the fuck?" Victoria pushes Samuel's sleeping body over as she looks for her phone. It's been a week since their kiss, and ever since, Samuel moved into her house and has been staying with Victoria.

Mr. Blane was gone for a while after he got punched and knocked out. He told Victoria she could go to hell, and I wanna see how you're going to survive without me. When she called him on the phone to check where he was.

She wanted to go and look for him but decided that it was too big of a hassle. Plus, she won't actually gain any good from bringing him back. She was the one who cooked and cleaned anyway. She took care of the laundry. The house. Washing dishes. He just sat there and complained about how big of a whore her mother was for leaving her husband and daughter to rot — forgetting that it was him who drove her away in the first place.

She pictures her little brother as she stares at Samuel's sleeping body. She remembered the times when Eric used to sneak into her room at night and sleep on her bed because mother and father were being too loud.

Victoria always giggled and let him take the bed as she slept on the floor. He was so innocent thinking his parent's love life is considered too loud. She missed the times when they were being too loud, because at least that would indicate they like each other enough to sleep together.

"What?" Samuel gets up, itching his eyes in confusion. "What did I do?" Victoria thought it was sweet that he thinks he did something wrong in his sleep. She remembered when Damian used to yell at her for moving when they were asleep next to each other. How inconvenient everything was for that man. "Nothing." She scuffs. Irritated by the fact that Damian popped in her head and now his image ruined her day. "I just can't find my phone."

"Here." Samuel gets up and picks up the phone from underneath him. He only realizes how stupid he is when he sees Victoria's face turn red in anger. He shot her a smile, hoping that would ease the damage, but he faced no luck.

"I've been looking for it for nearly two hours!" She throws her arms in the air, but with the way Samuel is looking at her she can't help but forgive him. His body filled with tattoos, and his perfectly trimmed beard made Victoria melt. She felt curious as to what Samuel looked like without a beard. She tried picturing him without muscles or facial hair and laughed at her own thoughts. "You would look like Pennywise without your beard. You know that right?" She laughed at Samuel, but she forgot that you do not kid with Samuel Riverton if you can't take his comebacks.

"And your eyebrows look like the Batman signal." He shoots back. Victoria gets very upset when someone talks about her looks or makes fun of her face. Especially because her face is the only thing good going on for her. She was never like Isabella. She never had a perfect behind or an hourglass waist, but everyone thought she was gorgeous.

"How dare you, Samuel Riverton." She smirks, unbothered by his comment. A part of her knew that he was joking, and with him words didn't really hurt because she knows how much she means to him. Victoria and Samuel grew a strong connection in the week they spent together. Between planning their psychotic master plan, and making people's death beds.

They went to every place in Rivervine. After they went to the police and showed them that Samuel had a gun license and that the gun was simply glitching when it shot. They let him slide, "You must hand over the gun to check for any safety measures required." The officer said, and they gave him the gun and took off. They went to the mountain and watched the stars like they planned on the first day they met.

Only this time no one's dead ex showed up, and no one was in any way exposed to being murdered. After that they took off to the arcade where Samuel spotted a man who looked like Damian, but wasn't him.