Homicide // A.I.

Chapter 4

[ Quick ReCap ]

"Hello?"

"Hello princess."

"Mom?" My eyes widen, no. This can not happen.

I thought at least it would be Ashton because he wanted to apologize for that stunt he pulled, not only fucking the target but letting that stupid skank sit on his lap.

"Mom? Why are you calling me. I told you I wanted nothing to do with you." I speak.

"You're my daughter. I just wanted to say I'm getting married in two weeks on Saturday. Be there." She say quickly and hangs up before I could protest.

Fuck. What am I suppose to do. I basically broke the rules just by staying on the phone. I loved my mom and wish I had contact with her but it was against the rules.

'Why the hell is your mom here? -Lex'

'What?!? Bring her to my office. NOW! -Bella'

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Why would she come here? She knows she shouldn't be here. I'm totally screwed. My head was pounding, not only because I'm over thinking but because my mom is here at the mansion. Non of our parents were suppose to know about this mansion.

My thoughts are interrupted with a few knocks on the door. I take off the alarm and run to the door. When I unlock it Alex and my mom stand there. I wave my hand signaling to come in. Only my mom comes in and Alex mouths '15 minutes'.

"Why are you here." I command, this was totally not a question.

"I came to visit. I knew the only way to get you to come to the wedding was to find you."

"I can't go!"

"Why not? Is it because Ashton won't let you, because I can talk to him."

"No that's not why. Get over it! I can't fucking go and that's final!" I yell banging my fist on the desk, my mom flinching at my sudden outburst.

"Why are you being like this! I'm your mother! Don't ever talk or use that language with me!" She yells back.

"Fuck! Mom do you not see, I'm fucking protecting you! If I go I can't protect you anymore! I will have to kill you!" I yell, the realize, I have said to much.

"Excuse me!" She yells, then her hand contacting with my cheek.

"Leave! Now! Don't ever come back or I swear I will kill you, mother or not, got it Amy!" I yell, not using 'mom', instead using her name.

"Finally. But when things ruin for you. Don't come back crying to me, because I don't give a fuck. I hope your sister is not a whore like you!" She yells and walks toward the door.

"Excuse me! Sister!?!" I yell, my voice cracking, making me sound weak.

"I'm pregnant. But you are going no where near her. Good bye!"

She walks out leaving me standing, looking for the answers to my questions. A drunk couple come up and walk towards the door, I guess they don't see me because they fall on my floor and start making out.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!" I scream.

They flinch but get up running. I slam the door and lock it. I go to the training part of the room and start punching and kicking the punch bag.

"FUCK!" I can't help but yell over and over again.

..

This morning I wake up on my floor, still in my training clothes from the previous day. My head pounding. The memories come back and I can't help but let out a blood curling scream out of frustration.

[ Ashton's POV ]

I wake up in someone's bed. I know it's not my room because I don't see the familiar painting in front of the bed, and the sheets are purple, not the nice, fluffy, dark blanket. I hear breathing on my side and I turn to greet Isabella, but its not her.

This girl had coral, red hair, thick eyebrows, short eyelashes, freckles, pale lips, and she is in some shitty, cheap, black dress. I look down to see that I'm shirtless an all I have on are boxers.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Isabella is going to kill me for this. The redhead stirs in her sleep and then flutters her eyes open. Her eyes are ocean blue. This obviously not Isabella at all.

"Hi."

"Bye."

"Whoa. What's with the attitude."

"You aren't my wife and I'm totally screwed. So fuck yourself."

"Oh honey. You said you didn't give a shit about your wife. You wouldn't keep your hands off me."

"Screw you."

"So you're ready for another round. Remember the picture you sent to her. Telling her you want a divorce."

"Shut the fuck up!"

I grab my clothes and throw them on. I grab my phone and run out her room. I call the one person that I know is probably not pissed off at me. I tell him the location and hang up.

After about 20 minutes, the white BMW pulls up. I hop in the car and slam the door shut. I'm totally screwed.

"Hey Luke."

"Hey mate."

"She is so pissed at me. Isn't she?"

"Pissed off? That's an understatement. She is in her office, on the training side, throwing knives at a extra punching bag.

I'm scared.

"I screwed up."

Once I say that we pull into the house, my anxiety levels are higher than ever. I hurry out the car and run in the house. I run up the steps, and I stand right in front of her office door. I knock a few time but no answer.

"Look. I know you are extremely angry with me. But I didn't know! I was wasted and on Molly."

I ruffle my hair and wait for a reply. The door swings open and she stares at me. I open my arms for a hug but she grabs my hand, placing the ring inside and slamming the door. There is no going back. Shit. I look down at the small ring, actually it isn't small. It's basically a regular ring with a huge rock right in the center.

I give up and walk to my office. I slam the door shut and take a seat at my desk. I pull out some paper and a pencil. She won't listen to me, time to do it the old fashion way.

[ Isabella's POV ]

Once I gave him the ring and slammed the door, I listened for footsteps. Once I hear them and get quieter and quieter, I break down and cry. I stand up and wipe my tears.

That's enough crying. I'm not gonna sit here and mope around, I have a job to do. I sit at my desk and open up my laptop. I open a tab and type in 'google.com', the target we recently had, she said something.

"You really are a cunt. I have heard Jeff the Killer do worst than you. He could kill you all!"

I type in Jeff the Killer because I have never heard of this before. I found out he isn't real, he is a fictional character or a CreepyPasta as it says. I can't believe this. I read story after story, a smile on my face during each one. I like this. Apparently he is a psychopath. I read some thing that really interested me and opened up a new of killing for me. I read some other CreepyPastas like Eyeless Jack, Ben Drowned, Slenderman, etc.

Stories after stories. It all made me feel, welcomed, to them. I thank this girl for saying it because now I had new skills for killing, but I also hated the bitch for spitting on me.

As I exist out the website and shut my laptop off, a knock on the door is heard. I walk over and open it but no one is there. I look down and there is a letter and a black, withered rose.

I pick it up and shut the door, taking back a seat at my desk I place the rose to the side.

Dear Isabella........