Finding The Black Shadow (1/3)

Chapter 10: Alone with Mike

Mike was shamelessly examining my body. His face held a creepy expression.

I yelped, covering my chest with my arms.

In reaction to my shock Mikes face held a blank expression before he walked away, as if saying; "I can do what I want."

I shivered. I had a feeling that I might need to watch out for my Mums boyfriend.

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After I ran upstairs to my bedroom, I decided that I needed to make a list of all the weird and scary things that had happened lately, like a professional detective.

I turned up my mp3 player, plugged my headphones in and grabbed a pen and some paper.

This was what I wrote:

1. Marcus Flinn and Anne Strikes' murders.

2. Chief Andrew Hayes saying; "I was like I daughter to him."

3. Nicki Matthews' murder.

What else? I thought carefully....

4. The prank caller on Mum's cellphone.

5. The vase smashing at Holly's house.

6. Mike's beer being moved.

I thought hard about what the article had said about Marcus and Annes' murders.

A spark illuminated my thoughts in my mind. I remembered reading something weird about the first murders that had made me suspect The Black Shadow in the first place...

I sifted through the papers on my messy desk, looking for the article that I had stolen from the Police Station.

Where was it?!

"Damn!" I growled. I remembered that I had brought the article downstairs at the time of Nicki's death.

That meant I was going to have to go through Mike to get it.

Maybe he hasn't seen it..I thought hopefully.

I shook my head, dismissing the hopeful thought. He spends most of his time down there, I don't see how he could've missed it, I thought grimly.

As I grimly descended downstairs, I heard hooting laughter explode as the front door opened.

Mikes friends, I thought grimly.

Frantically I texted mum:

When r u going 2 b home?? xx Cass

I got the reply a few seconds later.

Srry sweetie Nicki's parents need me xxx Mum

But I need you too, I thought bitterly. Why am I always the one that gets left alone with the jerk?

Descending the last few stairs, I thought hopefully; Maybe they will be too drunk to notice me....

But that hope was dashed to pieces as beer-soaked hands gripped my body from the side.

I wanted to scream, I wanted to see which drunk idiot it was, but sweaty gross hands covered my eyes and mouth.

I was being held so still by fear that I couldn't lash out.

I was defenceless against the goons.

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Sorry guys this was more of a filler/planning/building suspense chapter, so I will try to keep the rambling short;

Song of the...Uh..Update;

Bear in mind that this song has nothing at all to do with the chapter, its just another song from my "AwesomEST" playlist on Itube....But you should still love it!!

Nothing- The Script

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Phew. Two chapters in one day (I should be sick more often!) , I'm tired. Not sure if I will write another one, so yeah. Feel free to comment!!! Please comment!

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