The Bitch You Killed

Chapter Forty Seven

Song of the chapter is Stressed Out by Twenty One Pilots

CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

Over the next two weeks of my four week deadline for the end of this part of my half life, not much happened. It became incredibly tedious visiting Mackenzie as it had gotten to the stage where she barely spoke. She just stared and clasped her hands together as though keeping them joined would both protect her from my wrath and also from opening her lips and spilling her secrets.

I think actually watching Mike get hit by that car was what tipped her over the edge. She had watched him run, absolutely terrified of seeing me, and as a result he had lost something which he would forever associate with me. Mike Roberts did not lose his life at my hands, instead he lost his future career and scholarship to college. The collision with the car had caused his leg to break in four places, and the kneecap to shatter almost completely. Mike would be lucky if he was able to walk somewhat normally by this time next year, never-mind play hockey professionally.

I couldn't really bring myself to pity him. All I did was visit the grave of my ex-boyfriend, it wasn't totally my fault that he ran out in front of a car. Yes, I wanted to end his hockey career - mainly because I knew it would affect him mentally and that is how he affected me while he was stalking me. Mike Roberts and I were even and that was all I was prepared to feel on the matter.

Mackenzie Rivers was practically skin and bone and not in a model way. Her eyes were gaunt and her collarbones were so pronounced they looked unnatural. She was the picture of ill-health and emotional trauma and that was exactly where I wanted her. Mack had stopped sleeping and eating, purely out of confusion over whether to confess or whether to live her life with me constantly in the background.

I knew that it was only a matter of time before she came to a decision and set of the chain of events that would lead to my release, because at this stage, finally getting some rest was all that I really wanted.

In order to maintain surveillance on Mack at all times, I had asked Alec and Marnie to be there when I couldn't.

I was standing in Tyler's living room, watching as his mother did some ironing with the TV on in the background when Tyler entered the room.

He noticed me immediately but sat down on the sofa and tried his best to ignore me. Tyler sat with his jaw clenched and continued to fidget with his hands as he tried to focus on anything but me standing beside his mother.

"Mom," he started as he turned to look in both of our directions, his eyes flitting from me to his mum, "I love you, you know that?"

His mother laughed slightly, wrinkles evident on her forehead and around her eyes. She had aged a lot more since I had died and with the track record of the teenagers in this town, there had probably been sleepless nights as she worried about her little boy.

"Of course, and I love you," she replied as she continued to iron Tyler's t-shirts, the steam rising from them and into the air, swirling around our heads.

"I'll be upstairs," he muttered and shot his eyes to me and hinted for me to come with. Obliging, I strolled past his mum and followed him up the stairs on the familiar route to his bedroom.

"Stay away from my mom," he spat, "your fight is with me, not her."

I scoffed, "you honestly think I'd go after your mother? Linda showed me nothing but kindness while you on the other hand faked your entire personality."

His hard expression dropped at that and he slammed his fist into the wall beside me, causing a sense of deja vu. Only this time I didn't burst into tears, I expected it from him. It was only a matter of time before he broke completely and this was Tyler's carefully built exterior crumbling to reveal the unstable psychopath behind.