The Macabre ➸ Psycho C.R.

《8》

-Darcie-

"There it is." I said, as Chandler drove up the road where Rachel lived, zipping up the slightly oversized black hoodie which he had given to me.

"I swear," he started, turning off the engine and reaching to the back seats to grab his backpack. "If this is just some shit you're pulling to get away from me-"

"It isn't." Making accidental eye contact with him as he turned back around, I turned away. "I promise, it isn't."

"Good." He replied, unzipping the bag. "Here." He passed me a knife with a sleeve over the blade.

"I don't want to kill anyone." I said, my eyesight glued onto the knife.

"Fair enough." He shrugged. "I'll knock the whimp out of you soon enough." He smirked to himself as I shifted in the seat uncomfortably. "Take the knife, D. How else are you going to scare them into allowing us to tie them up?"

My lips parted. "Tie her up?" I asked, a tone of unsureness in my voice.

He sighed, leaning back in the drivers seat in frustration. "You're the one who wanted to intimidate Rachel. Anyone's first experience of being tied to a chair isn't fun."

"But...no killing, right?" I hesitated, feeling unsure when another smirk was plastered onto his face.

"I never said you had to kill anyone." Chandler replied before pushing his hair backwards, exhaling.

"You get out, do what we said, and I'll find a way around the back." He said, going to open the door. I nodded. "Okay. Let's go."

I put the knife inside the hoodie pocket, holding it securely with one hand, opening the car door with the other. I walked up to the steps, my heart thumping faster and faster as I approached the door.

What am I going to say?

What if her parents are home from their business trip?

What if I'm wrong about Olivia?

I cringed as the doorbell rang, stepping back a little with my head facing the ground.

As the door opened, I looked up. When I saw who answered it, I tried my hardest to hide the scowl which threatened to form in my face. "Olivia." I said, facing the dark haired girl, who's bright smile faded as she set her eyes on me.

"Jesus." She whispered, before pulling a somewhat disgusted face at me. "Hey, Rachel. Come see who's at the door."

I clenched my jaw as I heard Rachel reply from what sounded like her living room, getting progressively louder as she approached the front door. "Ugh, Liv. I'm trying to fi- holy shit." She almost chuckled when she saw me.

"Hello, stranger." Rachel folded her arms as Olivia stepped back. "Where on earth have you been?" She twisted her fingers around her bleached blonde braid, as I stood on the doorstep.

"I see you've found someone else to tongue fuck in the few days I've been gone." I muttered.

"Woah, excuse me?" Rachel said as Olivia gasped. "You stressed me out. Liv only came to help." She replied, hardly fazed by the fact that I had 'returned'.

"Sure." I narrowed my eyes. "But I don't believe that's the only time she came. You're such a fuck girl, Rach."

"Shit, okay. Did you literally come here just to be rude?"

I put my hands up, shaking my head.
"No, no. I thought you'd be interested in knowing where I had been...that's all." I shrugged. "But I guess the pair of you are too preoccupied to give two shit's about me, so I'll go."