Betrayal

The Killing

There was a 17 years old, brown eyed, burgundy haired boy named Dylan. He sat in his room, doing his schoolwork then he heard a noise in his kitchen. He sat there, listening for the noise again. He heard his dog barking, alerting him that someone was in his house. He quickly grabbed a flashlight as the lights turned off. He turned the flashlight on and walked down to the kitchen, breathing slowly. "H-hello! W-who is there?!" He slowly stepped into the kitchen before the noise happened again. He froze in fear, pointing the flashlight into the kitchen. When he did, he saw his dog on the ground with the dog's insides on the ground. He saw bloody footsteps going to his little sister's room. He ran the door, trying to open the door but he couldn't. He screamed. "KEAGAN!" He hoped that she would open the door fine and smiling at him. But there was nothing there. He ran his parent's room. "MUM DAD HELP KEAGAN ISNT OPENING HER DOOR!" Dylan's mother opened their door, looking at Dylan. "Because she is sleeping Dylan. Go to sleep you have school tomor- "Before she finished her sentence, the knife was in her chest. Blood poured down her mouth. Dylan stood there before running out of his house. He started to have a panic attack before his phone started to go off. He checked it and saw that his bestfriend was texting him. She texted him. 'Dylan, you okay? I have heard noises coming from your house." He quickly replied to her. "No, I'm not okay. There is a killer in my house. Can I come to your house? Please Porsha." Porsha replied to him. "Let me check with my parents. I will be right back" He waited for her to reply to him. An hour passed, there was nothing from her. Another hour passed away, she still hasn't texted him back. The third hour, there was a reply. Porsha told him. "Sorry that took three hours Dylan. And you can come to my house." He ran to his best friend's house. When he arrived, he saw his best friend's parents hanging from their roof with their insides hanging out of their bodies. Porsha ran to Dylan, crying. "DYLAN! THANK GOD THAT YOU ARE HERE!" She said as she buried her face into his jacket, staining his jacket with tears. He held her close. "Are you okay? Do you have any cuts? Or anything?" She nodded and showed him any cuts that the person did to her. His eyes lightened with fear and anger and picked Porsha up. Porsha quickly wrapped her arms around Dylan's neck. "D-Dylan where are we going?" Dylan glanced at Porsha. "To the Police office." Porsha nodded hesitantly. "O-okay Dylan." He held her close, walking to her parent's car. Dylan put her in the car and walked to the house and the smell of fresh blood hit his nose, making him coughing blood up. Coughing blood up when he smells blood was a trait that he got from his father. He quickly grabbed the keys to the car and ran to the car, still coughing up blots of blood. Porsha grabbed the keys from him and ignited the car as Dylan got into the car. She looked at him. 'Are you okay Dyl? Can you still drive?" Dylan nodded. "Yes, I can still drive. I just cough blood up when I smells blood." He put the car in reverse and backed out of the garage. He put the car into drive and checked the roads before he drove to the Police office. Dylan and Porsha got out of the car and ran to the Police Office. "Officer Johnson! There was a murder at Adams' house!" Officer Johnson looked at the two teenagers that stood in front of him. "At the Adams' house? Weird. No one hates them." Officer Johnson walked to his police car with Dylan and Porsha following behind him. He started the car and drove to the Adams' house. When they parked the car and walked to the house, everything, that was bloody when Dylan was here, was clean. Dylan ran to his parent's room, seeing that everything was clean. 'W-what? I swear that my parents, sister and dog were dead! I WATCHED MY OWN MOTHER GET STABBED!" He collapsed onto the floor, grabbing his head, tears rolling down his face. "I SWEAR THEY ARE DEAD!"

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