A Little Bit Of Hell

Chapter 10

Charlie's POV

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I stand outside the broken window, pointing Ruth's gun where the Eyeless Freak stood only moments before. "What the hell was that?!" I gasp, tears streaming down my cheeks. Rue is still standing rigid staring at the spot where the thing was. Blood is dripping down her left side, and shes shivering in the light rain. All shes wearing is a black hoodie and undies. Her black and red hair is frizzed up, sticking out in different directions. "Rue, come inside and get your cuts cleaned up. Ruth has the police on the phone." I tell her, lowering the gun. She stands frozen for a second, then turns and walks back inside, her face white. Ash's car pulls up seconds after, and he gets out of the car, jogging up to the door, wrapping his arm around Rue's waist.

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Ruth, Savannah and I sit at the top of the stairs together, talking quietly while the police officers talk to Rue in the living room, Ash is sitting with her. We all have so many questions, but no answers.We hear the police officers getting up and leaving the living room. The've boarded off the broken glass wall. Ash walks up the stairs, his resting serious face not wavering, Rue walks close behind him, mascara still tracked down her face. "I'm going to bed." is all she says, walking past us. We nod, and walk to her room after her. "The police are stationing a car at the top of the driveway tonight." Rue says without turning around. I want to know what the police said. I want to know whats going on. But I'm pretty sure that that's not going to happen.

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Ruth's POV

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I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling thinking about last night. I can hear Rue and Charlie downstairs doing whatever. I think Sav is still sleeping, Ash probably still with her (they're inseparable). None of us want to be alone after the what happened last night. I hear my phone buzz, and before I turn it on, I already know who its from.
Who else would it be?

Hello :)

Anxiety takes me over, making my mind go static. I haven't felt this strong an anxiety attack since... Well, since my father left.

What do you want?

I stare at the message for awhile before I press send. (A/N I'll make the texts a little easier to read)

BEN: what do you think?

Me: fuck off

BEN: why so aggressive? :'(

Me: quit the act. If you want something from me, just say it. stop trying to fuck with me more.

BEN: play the game

Me: fight me

BEN: play the game

Me: fucking hell why do you want me to play it so badly? It's not going to change anything, you'll still be here to fuck with my head and watch my stupid life, pervert

BEN: are you scared?

Me: -_-

BEN: I'll take it as yes ;)

Me: why are you doing this?

BEN: its funny to see what you think of me

Me: you really want to know what I think of you?

BEN: yes :)

Me: I think your a cocky cunt muncher who fucks with people's lives because he's insecure about his stupid fucking self

BEN: you shouldn't have done that