A friend or killer?

WARNING: TOUCHY/FEELSY MOMENTS SWEARING

Sofia's pov

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I ran out of the house. I'm not a whore. I'm not a whore. I'm not gonna be a person who has sex at the age of 15. Hell no. I ran home to hear yelling from inside. I heard a woman's screaming. "Mom." I said then I ran inside. "MOMMA!?" I yelled. I ran upstairs to my parents room. I saw a boy with black hair. A Snow White face and a smile. Not an ordinary smile. It looked like he cut his cheek. Jeff. My mom was on the bed soaked in blood. Blood was dripping from her legs, arms and face. My eyes grew tears. "You deserved this." He said. Then he jumped down the window. My mom was gone. I sat by the bed and cried. I have never felt so much pain in my life. I wanted to die then. I wanted to take a knife and just stab myself. Or hang myself. But I won't do that yet...... I don't know how I feel. I feel that I want to say sorry... Why?

Kinsey's pov

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Where would that bitch be? Jeff said she wasn't at the mansion. She wasn't with Ben. Where the hell is she!? "Hey...." I looked up and saw Sofia. She was looking down. I held up my knife to be sure she wasn't gonna attack me. But she didn't. "What do you want?" I asked. She didn't look at me. "I'm sorry" she said. "You think I'm gonna just forgive you? For the shit you made me go through!" I yelled. She still didn't look up. That made me mad. "LOOK AT ME DAMN IT!" I yelled at her. She looked at me, she had cuts all over her face. And a patch on her

forehead. What happened to her- no I don't give a shit! She looked back down then walked away. "BITCH COME BACK AND FIGHT ME!" I yelled. She kept walking away. Was she truly sorry?