PSYCHOPATHS [+18] SCREAM

Chapter 12

A Month Ago

Third POV

"We're closed," Amara tells the man who's been watching her since she opened the bar, she had noticed his eyes on her immediately and had been cautious of him the entire time but he never approached.

"That so?" he says cockily, finishing his dark liquor.

"That's what I just said," She says slowly and firmly.

"I thought the staff was supposed to be nicer to customers," he tilts his head, Amara sighs annoyed trying to decide what weapon she should pull on this weirdo.

"Relax darling, I was just admiring how beautiful you are, you remind me of someone else,"

"Interesting, but there's only one me," she shrugs pointing at the exit, he ignores her signals to go away taking closer steps toward the bar, a charming smile takes his lips when he gets a closer look at her.

"I had a girlfriend who came here years ago, she wanted to be famous and travel the world, I told her it was a bad idea but she left anyway." Amara tilts her head, confused.

"I don't remember asking-"

"She said if I didn't believe in her I didn't love her," he says ignoring her interruption. "She left six months later and came back to me, broken and sad"

"What happened to her?" she asks tracing her finger over her shotgun under the bar.

"She was raped then murdered, she went missing for two days before they found her body and her so-called friends were just out partying, and my soulmate died thinking I betrayed her,"

"Daniel," she says in realization.

"I prefer Danny," her hands grab the shotgun, yanking it from behind the bar trigger ready.

"Easy girl, I just wanted to talk," he stares at the barrel before taking a few steps back.

"Nah, we don't need to talk, you threatened my son," she says dryly before pulling the trigger without flinching, due to close range he flies back hitting the wall, she cocks the gun shooting again and again when she notices him starting to heal.

She reloads ready to shoot again until something dark like a shadow grabs the barrel of her gun throwing it across the bar.

"Your boyfriends can move through the darkness but I can control it," he tells her, completely healed, his eyes glow a haunting but familiar red.

Something grabs her, dragging her back with a flick of his wrist. She's against the wall, her hands pinned above her head. She struggles trying to pull herself free.

"You struggle so pretty," he compliments, his cold fingers stroking her cheek.

"If you touch my son, I will end you, you think you've been through pain, I will make you beg for death," she threatens him.

"As dark as that boy's head is, I don't need him," he tells her, waving her off. He then places a piece of her hair behind her ear.

"You look just like her," he whispers in awe.

"I am not Maya," she tells him shaking her head, he grabs her chin pulling her face close.

"Will see," he pulls out a necklace, holding it to her neck.

Present Time

Amara POV

'You're fine,' is the mantra I repeat over and over on the ride over to the set with Roman. I know he was talking the whole ride but I honestly didn't hear a word. Visions of my aunt's life have been plaguing my mind giving me migraines but the visions were weird it was like I was her.