Deadly love ♡ series

17♢ A life for a curse

♢ Third person ♢

It was a cold night in the small historical town of Boston. The fog lifted off the water in a haunting way, the old fashioned street lamps lit the night, the old looking buildings cast faint shadows amoungst each other.

The only thing out of place was the drunk teenager who sat lazily, swinging his legs off the side of the dock.

"Hey, son. You shouldn't be down here." An elderly policeman warned.

The teenage boy just sat there, dazed. He drunkenly swung himself up, trying to stay balanced.

"I ain't.... gonna.... get tah movin' yet.... old man." He slurred.

"Look, son. If you don't-" The man started say. He was cut off when the teen grabbed his collar and forced his head under the water.

"Don't threaten me..." he slurred, angrily.

Frantic cries for help were muffled under the water. The man clawed at the Teenager's hand. Soon enough the desperate attempts to break free stopped.

No more struggling. No more clouds of bubbles came from the man.

All that was heard was the heavy breathing of the drunken murderer.

The teen finally released the body. The body slowly surfaced, unmoving. That was all it took for the poor teenager.

That was what awoken the curse....

(A/N: I made sure to make it extra dramatic and creepy! )

♢ Alice's POV ♢

I pounded on the door. I knew it was pointless, but I wasn't going down without a fight.

I started looking frantically around the room.

Where's my baseball bat when you need it?!

I groaned in frustration. I kicked over my lamp and grabbed my hair in frustration. Spinning around I saw my baseball bat hanging on the door knob.

Oh.

I knew that.

I grabbed my baseball bat, backed up, preparing myself to busy down the door. I was stopped when I heard a tap on my window.

Oh..... my unlocked window.

Who would have thought?

I was snapped out of my thoughts when I saw Noah sitting on my window ledge, motioning for me to open the window.

I started to open it when I realized the I had to use both hands and get rid of the bat.

I couldn't part with Bart.

Hey, that rhymes.

I looped my belt around the baseball bat and opened the window.

"What are you doing here?!" I whisper/yelled.

"Why are you whispering?" He asked in an amused tone.

"'Cause-" I started.

Wait, why am I whispering?

"Oh, whatever. What do you want?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"Oh, ok. I get it. Your enjoying being locked in your room." He said. "I'll be on my way then-"

"Wait." I said. He waited and I pushed him out the window.

He landed with a 'Hmph'.

"Adios, girl dogs!" I sang.

What? I don't like cuss words.

I jumped down and my foot landed on Noah's hand. He yelped in pain.

"Sorry." I whispered.

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I know really short chappie. I'm sorry. I have no excuse. I'm lazy. Thanks for reading!!

♡ A.J

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