Kyle's POV:
I still remember that summer like it was yesterday. I had messed up pretty bad with Layla,and I wanted to make it up to her so bad. "Layla. I'm so sorry. Please forgive me please. I love you." She wasn't accepting the appology worth shit. "The only way I'll ever forgive you is if you pretty much die. What you did was unacceptable. I hate you, and if I had anything else better to do believe me I'd be doing it." She'd always been stubborn, and rude, but those are just some of the more subtle things I love about her.
I had a plan, and even if it took my life it would work. The carnival. She'd always loved the carnival. "Well thank you for at least coming with me tonight. I have something special planned." I was trying to smooth talk her to get the bitch look off of her face, but Layla being Layla it didn't work. We took the back roads so it wouldn't be to obvious, but after getting about half way there she figured it out. I seen the faintest hint of a smile on her face which made me happy.
We drove for about another half hour before getting there, but when we did her eyes lit up like a christmas tree. "We're here. Now what's first farris wheele, teacups, or the roller coaster." Those were her three favorites. "How about we go see the clowns?" She said with a shy like smile. It was weird hearing her say it. If I even said the word "clown" around her she'd flip shit. Confused I just smiled and nodded.
As we walked down the lot where it was set up she held onto my arm, but as we got closer to the clowns I seen a familiar face. Nicholas Anderson, the pos, son of a bitch who's been trying to steal her from me since he moved to Texas.
'That bitch!' How could she do this to me? Why, would be the be the better question.'You think clowns are creepy now, just you wait bitch I'll show you a creepy FUCKING CLOWN!!!' I just left she didn't care anyway.
_____Several Days Later_____
I wasn't messing around anymore. What ever it took I was gonna kill that pos. He stole the only thing I cared about, he stole Layla.
That's what brings me here to their house 12 years later. Such a nice, cozy, warm, little house. It could have been ours but never the less it's not. I crawled through the window. Of course I hadn't forgotten my "silent promise", so I wore my clown suit with the purple wig.
I waited in the hall for a total of 10 minutes before Nicholas cane out. I couldn't hold the rage any longer. When he finally relized who I was it was great. He knew I was going to kill him I could see it in his eyes.
I took the first plunge to the torso, but it wasn't enough. I kept stabbing and stabbing until I heard a noise. It was Layla waking. I snuck out through the slidder doors off the kitchen leaving a note on the back porch. The sounds of her screaming brought joy to my heart.
(Hey so I hope y'all like it so far. Decided to do a pic for Kyle because well...he's the killer and who else to explain things than him lol.)
