3 strikes your out

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-Louis POV-

I was sitting downs stairs with the guys watching soccer(foot ball) and eating snacks.

Out of the blue my phone started ringing- picking it up from beside me I checked the called I.D

Spencer ❤

What could she want? I muted the T.V and answered the call putting it on speaker- so the others could hear.

"Help me-" was as all she managed to say before the line went dead.

No no no.

I jumped up and ran towards her room the others following in pursuit.

Pushing her door open I looked around but didn't see anything- until I looked neater the bathroom.

There was a blood red stain in front of the door coming from the bathroom.

Now my thoughts were confirmed. She did it again.

We all race towards the door and I pulled it open to see the worst thing my eyes had ever seen.

Spencer. Dead. On the ground. Pale. Lifeless. Blood covered. A knife in her hand. Her phone next to her on the ground. Notes were folded up and personally addressed a few away ontop of the toilet seat. Scissors, a lighter, more knives, blades- they were all in a pile beside her also blood covered.

There was no use in calling the cops- she was gone there was no way to save her now.

3 strikes your out.

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