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Chapter 8: Bloody Hell

As you wake from your sleep, on the couch by Soot.

Y/N: "Hi handsome man, did you miss me? Alright, let's get you some food and water."

Once you fed Soot, a notification came from your phone on the coffee table.

One new notification:

BREAKING NEWS: A serial killer in has left a body in Lake Branch. The killer is still on the loose. Lock doors and keep children inside at all times. The suspect still has not been found.

As you read the article about the incident, you realized it could be Afton up to this. You got up to lock the door and found a trail of blood leading to the stairs. As you walk up, you notice a pile of dirt on the top of the stairs. You walk towards your room and heard a loud bang from your closet. As you put your hand on the door to your bedroom. You heard a whisper

Unknown: "Y/N, please help me, darling."

You rushed to the bathroom to get the hydrogen peroxide and the first aid kit.

Y/N: "I'm coming, it's going to sting a little"

Afton: "it's alright, my love. I've got you by my side to help me."

As you walk into your room you seen how much damage there was. A pile of blood leaking from underneath Afton. Scared and confused you walked towards him and made him lie on the ground.

Y/N: "How did this happen? What did you do? Who did this?"

As you pour the hydrogen peroxide, Afton yelps from the pain. He grabs your arm and pulls you away for a brief moment.

Afton: "Don't you worry about me, fix me. There is no time for me to explain."

As you finish cleaning the wound. You wrap him up and clean the mess that was left behind. You turn for a brief second the clean up the mess and you felt a breeze. He left. Without a word or a moment to stay. You felt abandoned.

You got yourself up on your feet again and kept going on about your night as if nothing has ever happened. You cleaned the trail of blood leading to the stairs. As you finished, you went upstairs to pick some clothes out from your closet to sleep. You grabbed a large black shirt with some undies that were pink. You picked up your towel and headed to the bathroom.

After taking your shower, you lied in bed for a moment thinking about what had happened earlier that night, the dream, the blood, and the fear you saw in Aftons eyes.

He was scared. All of the people you saw fear in his eyes. He's never been so vulnerable. Something must have happened. Is he the serial killer? Did the serial killer get to him and he fought back?

The next day

As you woke up to the sound of rain hitting your window, you felt a sudden urge to sit up in bed and listen to the sound of rain hitting the roof. You sat in bed for a while before realizing you had to get ready for school. You slowly start to get out of bed, picking out the clothes you dreaded wearing to school. Just 5 more minutes in bed will be fine you thought. As you doze off for what felt like two seconds 10 minutes has passed by. You rushed out of bed to find a decent outfit to wear to school. You wore your dad's hoodie with a pair of baggy jeans and a lace tank top with a pair of black shoes.

As of now, you were running a little behind schedule. You ran out the door, forgetting to grab your book bag. Going back inside, you fed Soot and grab your bag from the kitchen table. You ran to the school cafeteria to grab an apple and headed to your first class.

Few hours later

There was no sign of Afton in the halls or even on your class. You grew to worry if he was okay. You didn't want to bother him since you almost died in your room last night. Just the thought of him being hurt made you upset. You tried to focus on what the teacher was saying but you kept thinking about Afton, how hurt he was. The thought of him being hurt distracted you to the point the teacher called out to you.

Teacher: "Y/N? What is the difference between A and B on your paper?"

Y/N: "Uhhh, what?"

Teacher: "This is why we need to start taking NOTES.." "Write down these PowerPoints and I'll come back to you Y/N"

Embarrassed, you still were thinking about Afton.

School was almost out, you were counting down the seconds you can rush home and ask if he was okay. But, you felt like a burden. He didn't tell you for a reason. Why? What had happened? Is he okay? Is he the killer? Who did this? Where is he?