Psychopath

Chapter 2

Ella POV

I was beyond shocked. "Did you just say...you're a...killer?" I whispered. Li nodded. "Then...how come you didn't kill me?" I asked. Li sighed,

"I didn't want to...you seemed too...innocent, I suppose." He replied. That's when I finally realized he wasn't a "boy next door" type of guy, he was almost punk. Lots of strange tattoos and ear guages and nothing like most guys at school, yet it was oddly attractive. We reached my house. I grabbed his phone for a second to see his number from his contacts, I quickly memorized it and stepped out of the car quickly, proceeding to add the number to my contacts. I don't know why I did it, but it felt oddly satisfying. It almost made me feel...powerful, having a killer in my contacts. But imagine, if I hadn't done it, my life would be really boring and I would just continually stare out my window, wondering what ever happened to that strange boy.

"Bye, Li!" I said. Li smiled weakly and waved goodbye. I entered my house and called for my younger brother. He's 20 but I'm older by one year! "Harry!" I called out. No reply. That was unusual...Harry was usually home at this time. I went up to his room and saw that the door was locked. Getting more frantic, "Harry! This isn't funny anymore! Open the god damn door!" I yelled. Oh for Christ's sake, I called him via mobile. It went straight to voice mail... I kicked down his door. I saw Harry beat up and crying on his bed. "Harry!" I cried. I ran up to him, "Who did this to you!?" I asked frantically. 

"Z-Zayn..." he whispered. I was beyond confused now. Zayn and Harry had been best friend since they were about 16.  "Why!?" I asked him. He cried uncontrollably. "Harry! Tell me why!" I demanded.

"He's friends with...with the "cool" kids on Campus now...his first "mission" was to beat up whoever his best friend was." he sniffled. I couldn't believe it. Zayn was always such a sweet kid. He had been acting strange lately, but not violent...I ran downstairs and grabbed an ice pack and some band-aids. I ran back up the stairs and gave them to my brother and bandaged him up. "Get some rest." I told him. He nodded. "I'll be back soon." I said as I exited the room and shut his door. I sat on the last stair step and didn't know what to do, or who to call, or how to react. It all seemed like it was out of a novel. It seemed surreal. I decided to call Li. I only just met him, but I felt like I could trust him. He picked up on the second ring.  "Hello?" I asked.

"Ella! How did you get my number!?" He asked.

"Never mind that! I...I don't know what to do!" I cried into the phone.

"Ella!? What's wrong, sweetheart?" He asked. My heart fluttered when he called me sweetheart.

"It's my brother. Someone hurt him badly and I don't know what to do!" I sniffled.

"Hold on Ella, I'll be right over, give me a second!" He called into the phone before hanging up.

I sobbed on the stairs. I didn't know what I was doing with my life anymore. I sat there, staring at the blank, photoless wall till Li arrived. I heard a knock on the door. I opened it and smiled gratefully...till I realized it wasnt Li.

A/N: Sorry, this is even shorter than the first chap! I just wanted to give an update! I promise the next update will be longer, since more people are starting to notice my story! Want longer updates? Tell people to follow!