Psychopathic ✔️

Chapter Twelve

"Sandra, would you like to . . . " Matt started, his voice faltering. "Sandra, I know we've only seen each other twice, but do you want to . . . go on a d-date with me?" He stuttered out at his reflection.

Matt groaned, realizing that he would never have the capability to ask her out. He had developed some feelings for the lady he helped at the grocery store, and he wanted to start dating again.

"Maybe I should just text it to her." He mumbled under his breath, a small nervous smile on his face as he texted Sandra.

Matt: Sandra, do you want to go on a date with me?

The man read his message over several times before clicking the send button on his screen. A few seconds later, Sandra replied, making his smile grow on his face.

Sandra: Yes, that would be nice, Matt.

After Sandra's reply the two of them figured out a date and time for the date.

It was going to be perfect.

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"Alright, Kayla, we're going to keep you in a room. With two other people who were also taken." She nodded at the man's words, not really all that concerned about how the man had known her name or who she was being placed with. She figured that if they too were captured, they would have some sanity and maybe they could become friends or something.

Kayla was shocked.

As she entered the room, she didn't even know that she was staring at her best friend until she saw the similarities. She wasn't used to seeing her friend's face void of emotion, with knives clutched in his hands as he talked to a man with scars on his face, who also held a weapon.

"Now, kill her." The speakers overhead sounded, a woman's voice talking through it. The doors snapped shut, someone locking several locks on the outside.

Frankie stared at his former best friend, hesitant for a second.

"Oh come on, kid. You can't seriously be second guessing what you're about to do." Mitch whispered in the younger boy's ear, encouraging Frankie to kill his friend.

Frankie shook his head, ridding it of any thoughts that would make him hesitant.

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George woke up in a hospital room. The walls were painted a pastel blue, decorations hanging from various sides of the room.

He looked around, unsure of why he was were he was. Then what had happened came flooding back and he sat up abruptly. The nurse, who was at the door, walked over to George and gently pushed him by his shoulder so that he was laying down again.

"You can't be moving that fast just yet, you could hurt yourself." He nodded at the lady's words before looking around again. "Do you remember what happened?" George nodded again, sitting up a bit.

"I was walking with my girlfriend to the park when two men came out of a van. They injected some kind of shot in my neck. Before I fainted, I saw the two men taking my girlfriend into the white van and they drove off after that." The nurse nodded, making sure that the boy hadn't pulled out any of the wires in his arms when he sat up.

"I'll go get the police so that they can question you further. For now you'll need to take a nap." The nurse said, smiling softly before leaving.

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