Beach Week

18: "Just don't look back."*

Reed

The darkness surrounded him, as he took care to lay Amy on the ground at his feet. She was alive, for now, but she had to be silenced. The sounds of her friends returning were audible from the house and she had struggled in an attempt to warn them. He had knocked her out swiftly, not flinching even the slightest. Unbeknownst to those entering the house, this would be the end for them. He had waited, watched, and carefully planned for his revenge. They played dumb, pretended not to remember who he was when they saw him at the Sand Bar the other night, but he knew they remembered and now it was time for them to find out why he was targeting them. He wouldn't let them forget.

"Amy?" Aaron's voice called through the house as he pushed the door open. "Can we talk? I don't want things to end like this," he added. The sound of footsteps coming inside the house was practically deafening to the silence he been used to. It only served to make him angrier. He scowled down at Amy's slumped over body and spat at her. They all disgusted him.

"Amy? Are you in here?" Sara asked, concern lacing her words. Not even an hour ago had she thought that Amy would come in and break things, instead she had walked in on something much worse.

He rolled his eyes and glanced down to Amy unconscious on the floor. She wouldn't be answering anytime soon, if at all ever again. While he hoped that she stayed alive for the great reveal, he had his doubts. She had put up a struggle and he had to silence her fast. She was bleeding pretty badly, and with how hard he hit her moments ago, he didn't see her coming to anytime soon. It worked, but now there was one less person to take responsibility for what they did. He felt the anger rising up inside him again. He had done everything he could to keep himself from kicking Amy roughly. He didn't want her dead yet, and any more he did to her would only keep her out longer. Instead, he squeezed his hands together tightly, and took deep breaths until the anger subsided. When it was gone, it was replaced by anticipation. Excitement coursed through his veins and bubbled up inside of him. He'd been waiting for so long, and now everything was coming together.

After a few more calls for Amy without an answer, everyone split up in search of her. He feared momentarily that someone would find him in his hiding spot, but they only performed a quick search. Someone had come into the room and raced toward the bathroom, and didn't even bother checking the closet. He prayed they wouldn't, while he could easily take down one of the girls if he needed to, he needed to do it when they were alone. There were too many people here right now. They stopped when Taylor came across the writing on the wall at the bottom of the staircase as Amy had earlier.

"She wrote on the wall," Taylor announced, seeming surprised that someone had missed that while looking around upstairs.

"What did she write?" someone asked. The words were quiet and he couldn't determine who had said them.

"It says, "No escape" and it looks like it was written in Avery's lipstick," Taylor responded. "I guess that's where some of your toiletries went. Maybe she returned them after she wrote on the wall."

"What the hell does that mean? And where the hell is she?" Aaron asked loudly. He sounded annoyed, suddenly it explained why Amy had been crying. They must have had another fight. "I wanted to talk to her before she went home!"

Poor Amy. That won't ever happen. She'll never know what Aaron had to say to her. He glanced down at Amy. If they only knew, he thought with a wicked smile as he pushed his glasses farther up onto the bridge of his crooked nose. They'd run as fast as they could while they still had a chance to escape. Maybe they'd make it out before he could grab them all. But he had to wait for the guys to leave. They aren't apart of this. They would be too much to overpower. I have to wait.