Cinnamon

1. Laundry Bin

Elliot Betit slipped into a dark alleyway along with her soon-to-be ex boyfriend Douglas Treddell. "You know, doug, we shouldn't really do this..."
"Aww, sweetums, are you scared?"
"No, and don't call me sweetums." Elliot huffed and Doug's face fell.
"B-but you said you wanted to do this!" He grabbed her hand but Elliot shook her hand away. "Seriously, what is up with you today?"
Elliot sighed and looked him in the face with the 'bitch I'm calm but if you get on my nerves one last time I will slap the fuck out of you' look. "Sweetie, you forced me to do this. I'm sorry, but..." She looked at the ground. "I'm breaking up with you." She walked away, but after a few minutes she started running, the feel of her tears spilling down her rosy cheeks. Doug just looked at her running and felt the box in his back pocket, holding the ring he had spent hours saving up for it. The back door of the grocery store opened, and light spilled out into the dark alleyway. Doug turned to see a weird looking man pointing a gun at his head. The man laughed maniacally and said, "Goodbye Doug Treddell."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Elliot closed the door quietly and dashed up to her room. As she caught her breath, she walked slowly down the stairs with her laundry bin held out in front of her. "Hey mom, I got my laundry picked up. Where's dad?" When she got to the bottom of the stairs, she screamed. She dropped the laundry bin and ran to her mother, who was laying on the floor, with a knife next to her. There was a sticky note on the knife that read: 'I'm sorry Elliot Betit, now your mum is gone along with your boyfriend, Doug. If you tell anyone this, your friends Jake and Preston will go next. Good luck, from J.' Elliot dropped the note and started crying. Who would do this?

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A/N: Hey, how was the first chapter? Yes it was a little short, but who cares? Just like, comment, or vote, or, just don't. I'll cry, but whatever. Peace!