Finley Winter's Killer

4 - Poor Mrs. Winter

Finley:

"Come over I need u rn"

I texted Grayson. I knew he was at his party. He invited me last week but I think he took the hint that I wasn't in the mood to go.?I had a plan to get him and Harper back after they hurt me so bad. To my luck, he texted back.

"oj i m comnf"

"*ok in coming"

He only typed like that when he was drunk. Perfect. I turn on TV and turn on Heathers, Harpers favorite movie. I look in the mirror. I did my makeup a no hair for the first time in what seemed like forever, but it was only days. I've always been insecure, but i felt pretty now. The necklace from Grayson that I "threw away" was on my neck, glistening in the dim light of my room. His knife he threatened my with sat on my bed. I heard a car rapidly pull up on my driveway and I looked out the window. He was here with Harper, I knew he'd bring her along. I started shaking uncontrollably.

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Grayson:

I swerved down the street and pulled into Fin's driveway, almost hitting the mailbox.

"I told you not to drive," Harper giggled. "Why do we even need to be here anyways?"

"I don't know," I said, sipping a beer.

"Jesus, how many have you had tonight?" She grabbed the bottle and sipped it.

"A lot. If shit gets weird with her I don't want to remember it," I said, getting out of the car. "Wait here, she might freak out if she knew you were here."

I slowly walk into her house.

"I'm up here!" She called, she sounded happier then I expected.

In her room, she sat on her bed in nothing but a bra and underwear. Her makeup was done and for the first time in a while I remember why I fell for her.

"What's all this for?" I say, smiling.

"I'm sorry I blew up on you the other day. I miss you," She wrapped her arms around me. "We've only- you know, done it once...and I liked it. My mom won't be back until tomorrow. Wanna do it again?" Her voice sounds soft and unusual, but I don't care. I kiss her and remove my shirt and throw it on the ground. Then I remember Harper.

Just then, Harper's voice sails up. She wasn't supposed to come in. Finley's eyes turn fearful.

"Why the hell is she here?" Finley raises her voice.

"I- I don't know.." I slur, trying to grab her face in my hands but she pulls away.

"You guys are hooking up, I knew it!" She was furious. "You drunk aren't you? God damn it Grayson!" She pushes me away. Harper stumbles in.

"What the hell?" She trips on her heels and giggles.

"Get the hell out of here Harper," Finley yells.

"Grayson I thought you were done with her! What about us?"

"No-no Finley, I can explain all of this." I try to calm her down. She grabs my knife from her bed and swings it around.

"You bitches were the only people I trusted..." she's angry and crying at the same time. I try to back away but she removes our anniversary necklace and thrusts it against a wall, shattering it into several pieces.

"Finley, holy shit! I'm sorry, Harper means nothing to me, you're the one I want," my vision becomes blurry and I feel the need to puke.

"What the fuck Grayson!" Harper slaps me.

Finley continues yelling at us and Harper is furious at me. I try to calm them both down but the commotion is too much. The noise becomes a blur and soon I'm yelling too. I take the knife from Finley's hands and try to put it in my pocket but she takes it back. Harper reaches for it as well but only grazes it with her fingers.

"God, I knew I shouldn't have trusted you, bitch!" Finley continues to scream at Harper. "I know the shit you've said about me."

"Maybe if you weren't always complaining about your personal shit I wouldn't be so annoyed!" Harper fights back.

My head starts to throb. They get louder and louder and all I hear is yelling. Harper points some fingers as me but I can't understand what she's saying, but I yell back once more. My hands tremble in the confusion and I'm about to puke on the floor when I notice the yelling stops. Finley makes a loud noise of pain and Harper freezes.

Finley falls to the ground. Her eyes stare straight and don't blink. Red blurs in front of me and I see blood trickling out of her chest, the knife shoved erectly into her heart.

Harper breathes heavily, and my breath stops. Harper and I look at each other.

"What just happened?" I slur, pacing around the room.

"Grayson did you-"

"I don't know...I don't know, I don't fucking know!" I yell hysterically. Harper pants and screams sporadically. I lean down touch Finley's body as tears stream down my face and blood covers my hand.

I hear the sound of a car.

"Oh shit Harper, it's Sharlene!" I panick and smear the blood everywhere.

"Who the hell is that?"

"Sharlene Winter, shit- It's Finley's Mom! Oh my god Harper! Shit, the window!" I rush over and open her window, leaving the body there and my shirt on the ground.

"Grayson what-"

"Shut the hell up!" I grab her and she kicked her heels off as we quickly escape, stumble down two stories and miraculously stay unharmed.

"Finley, I got back early! Is Grayson here? I saw his car," Her mom calls.

"Go go go!" I push Harper forward and we jump into my car. We hear Mrs. Winter's shrill scream as we drive off through the night.