Okay guys, I know I haven't updated in a while but man, I have had so much projects and homework that I have been caught up in it. Well any ways I have made a new book, it s called "The Game" (picture is above) and well...I hope you enjoy this chapter. And it decided it wanted to delete itself so it's not the exact same as it was when I first wrote it but close enough.
Love you guys!
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There has been no evidence from this guy. I have gotten letters saying ' soon we will finally meet and they will never find me so give up.' He didn't just leave letters, he took innocent lives with him too. Little kids and women, some two per letter. And to think this is all my fault. I just wanted to give myself up willingly but Mathew strongly disagreed.
It's frustrating when it's your fault that people are dying around you and no one will let you help. You can't even listen to what they are doing because they don't want your help. I'm starting to think they are secretly hating me because of this, and they don't want me in any part of finding this guy.
It hurts to know that, but it is the truth. I guess I would rather know that they hate me instead of acting fake around me.Them putting on fake smiles just so they can past me with a disgusted look, I can't stand that. It makes me sick thinking that they would.
I can't believe I thought Mathew would like me too. He probably hate me like everyone else does. I men I wouldn't blame him, I was the cause of this and it's all my fault. I feel bad now that he has to deal with me. Maybe that's why he stays away most of the time.
'AURORA SHUT THE HELL UP!' I hard in my head. Oh shit, I didn't put up a wall! Well done Aurora...well done.
All of a sudden I hear the ground beneath me shake. Heavy foot steps were like the sound of a stand peed. One after the other it got louder. And before I knew it, a very sexy and angry Mathew was standing a few feet in front of me.
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After our little....encounter he reassured me that no one hates me. He said if it was really bothering me that much that I can join them. To be honest, I'm so happy he said that because it was killing me, well mentally anyway.
We have found out a lot of information about him. In a way it's like studying a mass murderer. You had to know how he killed, where he kills and why he does it.
We know how he kills and why he does it. He only kills women and children. We also know that every time he makes a kill, he leaves the letter 'C' on their skin. Wither it is burned on there skin or cut into, we know it's always there.
It was weird, it reminded me of a mass murderer a few years ago, then it hit me.
"Hey guys" I said interrupting them, as they all look at me "What if he's trying to by some time? What If he's killing like someone else in order to by time so he can get what he wants? I know a murderer that killed the same way, his name was Jack Wick."
They all nodded at me, take my idea into consideration. It was Mathew who got the computer and what I assume, looked him up.
"Is this him?" I nodded. I told him to look up an older looking version of him because he looks to young in that one. I told him that he looked familiar. It was probably because my abusive father would tell me things about him.
After a few minutes of him typing he finally turned it around, then everything came crashing down like a tone of bricks.
I could feel my heart beat quicken..
Thump thump thump thump thump...
My breathing had picked up too..
It was like my life was a lie. I had known this man. I have known him very very well. And to think he was a mass murderer. How in the world can this be true. This hurt me more than anything. It was the fact that I have slept in the same house as him and have had the same meals. And to think he was...
From the way Mathew had looked at me, there was...dimness in his eyes. They weren't has bright has they used to be and surly aren't now. But at this point I was looking down at the table, trying to comprehend what just happened.
"Aurora, look at me" he said lifting my chin oh-so-genitally. The warmth that his two fingers gave me from such little contact, was enough to encourage me to talk about this. I had missed this contact that me and him gave each other. I remember that I never wanted anything to do with him, and how I would tell him it wasn't his fault. It was the look he gave me every time, and it's happening all over again.
"Do you know him" he said kind of raspy that it shocked me. All I could do was nod. The words I wanted to say never game out, they couldn't.
"How?" someone said. Yet again nothing came out. It was the sound of Mathew's voice that got me to speak. The way he said my name was so rasp, harsh, yet genital.
"Aurora" he said. I swallowed hard.
"It's...it's um, my father. The one that abused me" I said looking down again, escaping his warmth that I just wanted to curl up in.
When I said that everyone stiffened and not one dared to say a word.
Man were they in for a long story.
