Chapter 20 - You Inspire My Inner Serial Killer

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!(Nick's Point Of View)!

When I dropped off Layla, I didn't want say one word to her anymore. I looked at her as she was walking, oh how the demons were wrapped beautifully in her skin. I shoke my head in disgust. How could I have been so fucking blind? She wasn't the right one.... or so I try to convince myself. I needed to take my mind off of things, my anger needs to be taken out somehow.
(On the Phone with his friend Freddy)
Freddy: "Ayoo Nick! Whats up bruh?"

"Ay Fred any parties tonight?"  I asked while driving.

Freddy: "Yeah man I'll text you the address"

I got his text and went to the party.
I started sniffing meth, not a care in this fucked up world. My mind was out of it man. I just sat in a couch, and some girl sits next to me.
Kimberly: (Layla's ex bestfriend, but Nick doesn't know who she is) "Nick?" She says happily

"Hi" I said unsurely and trying to focus

Kimberly: "I'm Kimberly, and let me just say you are so hot"

"You're hot too" I say still tripping out

We start making out and I start thinking of Layla, I thought drugs helped me not to think? I start getting so fucking pissed. I was kissing Kimberly harder.

"Come on" I said pulling her arm and taking her to the front yard. I saw an abonded house in front so we went there.

Kimberly: "Oo okay boss" she says flirty
I start taking off her clothes and she took of my shirt. The drugs kicked in and I suddenly saw Layla instead of Kimberly. I got even more mad. I saw a long blade in the corner of the floor.

I got up and got it quick before Kimberly saw (in my head she was Layla)
She start unbuckiling my belt and I acted like everything was good. Then I took out the blade and stabbed her stomach. I was uncontrollably mad. WAY PASSED MAD. I WANTED TO KILL HER.  She screamed, I used my hand to cover her mouth.
"Shhh shhh Layla" I said looking at her straight in the eyes and smiling.
Kimberly: (Screams and crys)
She started bleeding so much, I knew she wasn't gonna make it. The drugs were still in me so I didn't feel bad, I didn't feel anything but anger. I got up left her there on top of an old matress.

And just like that I got in my red truck and went back with my mom. I slept in her house, thankfully my dad wasn't home.

Oh wait... I am my dad. Fuck.

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