The Masked Killer - A.T Ben Saad || English

Chapter 2: Oliver

I have a headache from the harsh sunlight streaming into my face. Groaning, I look around, keeping one eye closed. Jamie isn't lying next to me. Where is she? The pills and cocaine from last night are still on the coffee table. Half-empty beer bottles are scattered everywhere; it's as if we've redecorated with them. I sigh and rub my forehead with my hand. A hangover. Great! I sigh again and sit up. What a bloody mess everywhere. I cautiously get up and run a hand through my hair. First, I need a good cup of coffee. My footsteps echo through the empty and suspiciously quiet living room. When I turn on the coffee machine, it feels as though I'm doing something forbidden—like I'm summoning something I shouldn't. I ignore the feeling and watch the brown liquid flow into the white cup. The heat causes small droplets of moisture to form on the outside of the cup. Once the coffee machine finishes, I pick up the hot cup. The steam from the hot coffee touches the top of my hand. I sit down at the white kitchen island. The scraping sound of the metalic chair hurts my ears. The black leather feels cold against my hands. I adjust myself to sit comfortably. I sigh and take a good sip of coffee. It's warm—just hot enough not to burn my tongue. I hear footsteps coming downstairs; it's my buddy Levi. Then silence. Complete silence. Suddenly, the silence is shattered by a loud thud and Levi's scream. "Hey, buddy, everything okay?!?" I shout towards the hallway. My heart is in my throat. "N-no! Come! You need to come now!" he shouts back. His voice is trembling. I hear a lot of movement in the house. Everyone is rushing downstairs. I stand up from my chair and walk toward the hallway, unaware of what awaits me.