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30📚| Kill

I paced back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

It has been like this for the last two hours and my hand was sweating from holding onto the phone for so long. Why wasn't he saying anything? I replied to the message atleast fifty times, begging him to not do anything to her, pleading with him to just let her go and take me instead.

Was I too late? Did I push him over the edge by cursing him out? Why didn't I tell Alaina, maybe she would have been here now?

When another hour passed and my phone hadn't vibrated, I grabbed onto my hair and fell to the ground. Tears streamed down my eyes as I called the number once again, when the voicemail machine came out I screamed and threw the phone across the room.

"Shit!" I screeched realizing what I just did, I scrambled towards the phones and saw that the screen had been broken, "no no no," what have I done? I pressed the power button to see if it would come on, I breathed a sigh of relief when it did but...

"Fuck!" I yelled when it wouldn't touch. "Okay, calm down. Think," I felt like I was beginning to hyperventilate, I scooted to the nearest wall to lean against, brought my knees up to my chest and put down my head.

Why was this happening to me?

"Alaina I'm sorry," I couldn't stop the tears from streaming, I couldn't do anything. I felt powerless and out of control, RNK had me like a pawn in his stupid game. Testing my limits and trying to push me over the edge just so he could break me, it was just like my broken family. "I failed you."

"I wouldn't say fail," the all too familiar voice echoed through my living room. The speed in which I lifted my head should've snapped my neck and the horror I felt as I stared into the black void was unlike anything I've ever felt.

"RN—" he brought his pointer finger to his mouth, signaling me to be quiet but the shiny knife he was holding in the same hand was enough. I tried to press my body closer to the wall, almost as if I was trying to go through it but with nowhere to run I had no other option.

He hopped off the counter and I flinched, "have you missed me Celine?" He asked, taking slow steps towards me.

I felt breathless and my words were stuck against my tongue, I could almost hear the smirk in his voice as he asks, "cat got your tongue?" Now he was infront of me, clad in his noir glory. He brought the knife to my neck and I tried my best not move, he began to bring the knife upwards and my body moved with it going upwards until I was standing infront of him.

I don't know why but my fear turned to anger, despite the scary mask, the sharp knife and the intent to kill. I was angry and in need of answers.

"I fucking hate you." I spat "if I could see your face I would spit on." He chuckled and my belly fluttered by the sound. It sounded dark and dry, like he was not amused. He moved the knife from my throat and began to drag it towards my chest, my breath hitched and my eyes closed.

"Filthy mouth for a pretty girl like you," he whispered, "what would Alaina say?"

My eyes flew open and my hands moved on there own, flying upwards to connect with his face. Lucky for him he caught my wrist in time. He spun me around and slammed my body against the wall, I let out a shrilled sound as the side of my face hit the wall, I cried out "what have you done to my friend!?"

"Why don't we find out?" He whispered and slammed something infront of me, my eyes focused and widened as I realized it was a phone, showing my best friend tied to a chair. Her mouth was taped but her cries evident, she was scared and fought against her restraints. Look what I've done, I've ruined everything.

I whimpered as I tried to control the ache in my heart, "please let her go and take me, I promise I'll be good, just please."

He moved the phone away, "you'll be good huh? I want you to prove it, you hurt my feelings last time Celine ."

I cried out as he pressed me harder into the wall, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I stabbed you a-and called you a psycho, please, I'll prove it just let my best friend go."

"Promise me you won't ignore me again."

"Huh?"

He pressed even harder and I yelled, "promise me." His voice was harsher, almost breaking and revealing the real him.

"I promise!" He released his hold on me and I fell to the ground, it felt like I could breath again but only for a short while as a sob clogged my throat. I was turned away from him, afraid that everything would be real if I looked.

I hugged myself as the memories of my childhood—the times when my mom got sick—flooded my mind.

"You want to prove it, then kill the professor." I knew it, I knew it was coming. The possessiveness, the jealousy, the pictures. It could all only mean one thing, he wanted to get rid of the competition, he was sending warning signs all along.

Now...now I have to hurt the man that I love to save my best friend. A loud thud sounded from above me and I figured he stabbed something into the wall.

"If by tomorrow, I don't see his blood on that knife. I will kill Alaina. Tell me you understand Celine."

I remained silent on the floor nor wanting to say it, I didn't want to say, my body jerked as I began to cry, "please don't make me do this," I begged. He knelt beside me and used his gloved fingers to grip my jaw, he turned my head to face the void.

"Tell me you understand Celine, it's the only way."

I searched its face, with tears streaming down my cheeks and staining his hand, "Who are you? And Why are you doing this to me?"

He released my jaw and brushed a strand of my curly hair away from my crying face, just like he did the first night we met, "I am no one and I am nothing but you Celine, are everything to me. You are mine and I would kill the whole world if it means I get to keep you all to myself. Tell me you understand Celine."

Why was he so fucking obsessed! I cried harder and forced the words from my lips, "I understand."

It felt like he was searching my face and he whispered a soft, "good," as his thumb swiped a falling tear off my face. RNK never said another word as he stood to his full height and then he left.

With my heart in my throat I looked up and slapped my hand over my mouth when I saw that he'd stabbed his knife through one of kyle's pictures.

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