The Never Ending Cycle

Late night Stalker

Andrew POV*

Throughout our journey home, Koda was on my mind, If I tried to think about something else, Koda always some how related to it. Even when I thought about school I ended up thinking things like:

What if Koda killed the teachers?

It was beginning to annoy me. Why the heck couldn't I think about anything else?

"So, did you see anything interesting in the house?"

"What- No." I lied. "You?"

"Nothing aside from four bedrooms. They all have blood on the inside. There were these creepy-ass drawings though."

"Cool..." I trailed off.

"They looked like a child drew them. They were like a little kid slaughtering people left right and centre. It was fuckin' creepy."

As soon as he said that, I instantly thought of Koda. How can a child that young just kill people. Did she kill her family?! I was that deep in thought I ended up walking straight into a street light. The fact that Ethan was doubled over laughing at me didn't help. I quickly looked around and tried my best to act natural as I checked to see if anybody had seen me. No doubt Ethan would probably say something about it on facebook and then everybody would know. As per usual.

"You think we should go back there sometime?"

"You said the one time Ethan."

"But, nothing happened."

"Still what's to say something won't happen the next time."

Ethan sighed.

"You worry too much. Anyways I'll see you tomorrow."

"See ya'..."

I was almost worried as I walked through the front door to not have my mom run up and hug me and ask me 20 questions about where I'd been and why my phone had been turned off. Then I remembered I was on my own. As that thought crossed through my mind once more I felt that bit more uncomfortable.

Turning on my phone, once again thinking of Koda whilst doing so, I realised that I had 16 missed calls. And 3 unanswered texts. All from my mother.

Holy fucking shit. She's going to kill me.

Deciding not to keep her waiting any longer, I rang her up. I held the phone a reasonable distance away from my ear. Not wanting my eardrums to burst at this paticular moment in time.

"ANDREW!" I almost dropped the phone at her sudden yell. "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN I'VE BEEN TRYING TO CALL YOU FOR HOURS! WHY WAS YOUR PHONE TURNED OFF?"

I quickly gathered some nerve and began to explain myself to my mother.

-Half an hour later-

Well, amazingly I'd managed to survive my mothers rant on always keeping my phone turned on, and to never frighten her like that again. Looking outside into the street, I saw that it was now dark. And like a flash I ran round turning on lights so my house didn't look as creepy. And after the day I'd had, I was being extremely over paranoid.

Then it hit me. I'd agreed to go back tomorrow. Why for the love of fuck had I agreed to do that?! Grow some fucking common sense Andrew the girls a killer!

Groaning about the choice I'd made, I let my head fall onto the table resulting in a loud bang. Now I've made some mistakes in my time, but this one takes the top spot. Going to a murderers house. If I do go, she could kill me. But if I don't go... she could hunt me down and kill me. So either way I could end up dead. But just to be safe I think I'll go, I'd rather go there and if she attacks me, I could possibly get out alive. Other than not going and having to spend my time hiding until my mother gets back.