Sweaters

19 - ¿?

*4 months later*
Kyra's POV:
"You remember, you don't tell anybody." She whispered.
"Yes, I know." I sighed.
"Okay, next time be more quiet."
"Okay!" I whisper-yelled. I walked into my house, trying to look depressed as ever.
"Hey babe." Luke came up and hugged me, handing me a mug of hot cocoa.
"Hey, thanks." I smiled. I took a sip of the warm beverage and Luke watched in anticipation. "What?"
"Nothing. I just like to watch you do stuff."
"Okay then." I laughed.
Luke's POV:
"What, you don't trust me?" I asked.
"I trust you, Luke. Why are you being so weird."
"I'm being weird?" My phone vibrated and I looked at the text.
Unknown number:
1, 2, melatonin is coming for you
3, 4, baby, won't you lock the door?
5, 6, I'm done with this
7, 8, it's getting late, so close your eyes, sleep for days
9, 10, never want to see you again
11, 12, I pull off black so well
"Shit." I put my phone in my back pocket and walked away from Kyra. I knew she was up to something.
"Luke!" She ran behind me. "Please, tell me what's wrong."
"What's wrong? I'm getting texts from some random person every time you come home. Another thing, you come in smelling like smoke and cologne. Its been like this for quite awhile and I don't know what you're up to, but by the looks of it..." I trailed off.
"Luke, you aren't really accusing me of," her eyes widened. "I would never."
"Really? Would you?" I sighed. "Seems like you would."
"Luke!" She gasped.
"What? I'm speaking the truth!"
"Maybe speaking the truth just lost you everything you had." She glared.
"Excuse you?"
"Hush little baby, drink your spoiled milk." She grinned. She ran out the front door and didn't look back. I wanted to run, but my body didn't. I just stood there, shocked.
Kyra's POV:
"I'm so glad I finally did that." I sighed.
"I'm glad you did too." She smiled.
"Who's our next?"
"He's 26, got no job, just wants money for his family."
"How much?"
"Five grand."
"Deal." I looked in the backseat to see an average guy, tied up with an apple in his mouth. I grinned and pulled out a knife, ready for carving.
"Not yet." She pulled the knife back. "Wait until we get home."
A few minutes later, we pulled up to the flat and walked into the grey room. I sat the man down in the small chair and looked at all the weapons on the walls.
"You're back!" A familiar head of hair hugged me.
"Hey Ashley." I sighed.
"Did he say anything?"
"He thought I was cheating." I laughed. "I ran out, so he'll probably come looking for me. But he'll never guess." I laughed again and grabbed the carving knife.
A/n : it gets a little graphic here
I pierced his flesh, blood gushed out. I slit his neck so he wouldn't talk anymore and got to work.
A/n : k, yeah that was it. you can uncover your eyes
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"Alright, I'm done."
"Coolio." Melanie walked over, examining the body. She poked and prodded him. "I like what you did." She laughed, throwing her gloves away. I threw my scrubs away and pulled on a new pair of gloves, running my fingers around for any hairs. My phone vibrated and I pulled it out.
Luke : come home
Kyra : no, I'm happy here.
Luke : fine, stay there forever and don't come back.
Kyra : okay
I put my phone away, wiping a tear. I had only joined the group so I could eventually get rid of Melanie, she was the cause of Maya's death. I would tell Luke, hopefully he'd understand. I was nuts, completely mad. Melanie was off her rocker, though. I was done. I grabbed the biggest knife I could find and looked around the flat. She was sitting at the table, writing out the note. She looked up at me.
"Kyra, what are you doing?"
"You're the reason she's gone."
"What are you talking about?" She laughed. "Put the knife down."
"No." I walked closer, knife towards her. "You're the reason Maya is dead."
"You think I did that? That was Calum. Now, put the knife down."
"You caused her death. I tried to like you, I tried to be nice to you. But I'm done now. You've had your chance, its long gone now." I walked closer, filling the gap between us.
"No, Kyra, don't, please, I'm sorry, Kyra, n-" silence filled the air as I looked down at her slit neck. I looked up to see Ashley, knife in hand.
"I couldn't take it, either."
"She should be humiliated." I grabbed my purse and keys. "I'll be right back." I drove to Target, Party City, Walmart, anywhere I could find the things I needed. I came home with her outfit.
"She's a crybaby. She needs to look like one." I sighed, pulling out the outfit. I dressed her carefully, a pair of blue latex gloves on my hands. After I was done, she had a bib around her neck, I decorated it to say 'Cry Baby'. I had surprisingly found a carousel skirt for her, along with a weird bra. Once I had dressed her, I wrapped a rope around her neck and pulled her into my car. I drove downtown, to the biggest bank and waited for everybody to leave. Once everybody left, Ashley and I helped each other nail the end of the rope to the bank, and Ashley was hanging up high on the bank. I took out the spray paint and wrote 'Cry Baby'. We ran back to the car and drove away. Luckily, we had black duct tape to cover our license plate and we wore black ski masks. I slept over in the house, so Luke wouldn't bother me the whole night about the group. We fell asleep in her room, on her giant pink bed. I quietly cried, trying to be unnoticed. Ashley's eyes popped open and she looked at me.
"Hey baby girl, its okay." She put her hand on my cheek. "Its all gonna be okay."
"Alright." I sniffled. I looked down at my thigh.
"You know, I've been doing this for a little while, but I always let Mel do it. I thought it was vulgar, so I stayed away." She put two fingers beneath my chin and lifted my head up. Her face looked beautiful lit up by the moonlight. Without thinking, I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers.
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Okay I know this chapter is a bit confusing, but whatever. Enjoy. 1 chapter left to tie it together and maybe an epilogue, depending on what happens next chapter. I'm gonna make the next chapter super long though, it will need to be. Probably around 2500-3000 words. Anyways,
Peace out, girl scouts.