BREACH

Chapter 1

Olivia's P.O.V.

Shock.

That was the only thing going through my head. I didn't care about the reporters buzzing around my best friend's house, or the people shaking me, trying to get a response. My parents were dead. Killed, by whatever monster that had been stalking our town the past month.

And Ashley was the only reason I wasn't dead too. My parents had agreed to letting me come over for the weekend, since we'd be going on vacation soon. We had been woken up in the early morning, by a call from my father's secretary that he was dead. Ashley hugged me tightly, but I gave no response.

All that I could think of, was how I could have stopped it. If I would have been there, I could have saved them. They wouldn't be dead. I wouldn't be here leaving a puddle of tears on my friends real fur rug. After this year of murders, I didn't think my parents could have been killed. How stupid Olivia. People who killed for no reason don't care about the rich.

A part of me wanted to kill whoever did this. The other reminded me that would make me as bad as them.

I got a text from my mother's sister, my aunt Margret, saying I could stay with her. She didn't live too far from us, maybe fifteen minutes. I texted a quick ok back to her, and wiped my tears away with the sleeve of my hoodie. If I had to deal with this, I couldn't let anyone else suffer from me.

Collecting my things and shoving them in the duffle bag I had brought, I turned to Ashley. "Thank you for letting me stay here.. and for supporting me throughout this mess. I don't know what I'd do without you." With a small smile, Ashley hugged me quickly, "Don't even worry about it, you're my best friend. It's what I'm here for," She nodded, and let me go.

Straightening up, I pulled my ginger hair into a ponytail, sighing. I got most of my looks from my dad. The ginger hair, bold, bright blue eyes. The tan skin, and especially his curls. The only thing I got from my mom was her perfect smile, and great bone structure.

I cracked my knuckles, and swung the duffle bag over my shoulder, before calling my brother. "Alex, did you hear?" I hesitantly asked, not sure if he had gotten the news yet. And it was clear he did, from the quiet sobs across the line, "Olivia, what are we going to do?" I almost broke down.

My older brother, the one who was always there for me, the one who always had my back, was breaking down. "Alex.. our aunt is taking us in, but.. whoever did this, I want dead. I'm calling dad's detective, I want this bitch behind bars," I hissed, my heart aching.

"Ok Olivia.. but, I don't understand this.. why would anyone kill them? They were so sweet to everyone..," He mumbled, before clearing his throat. "I'm getting my stuff from George, and I'll meet you at aunt Margret's in a little," He finished, hanging up.

George was his best friend, and captain of their swim team. My brother was one of the best, and he was also spending the weekend with his friends.

It was time to face the media. Because of the status my father had in the economy, every news channel wanted answers. I threw the door open, and pulled my hood over my face, running past cameras and questions, and rolling into my car, starting it up and pulling out.

Blasting music at full volume, I sped down the highway towards my aunt's house, when I saw a figure standing in the middle of the road, drenched in blood. I slammed on the breaks, and was about to get out, when I saw the car pulled over, and the knife in their hand. The figure turned, and I saw a mask, with a red smile made out of... blood... oh god, I needed to get out. They started to walk towards my car, and it was then I realized why the highway was so empty.

Slamming on the gas, I sped past them, and in a matter of minutes I was at my aunt's. I ran to the front door, and practically pounded on the door, screaming for someone to let me in. To my relief, my brother opened the door.

"Olivia, what happened," He asked, shock splattered onto his face. "Masked.. bloody... figure... murder..," I managed, wrapping myself around him, hanging on like my life depended on it. My brother sighed, and carried me upstairs to the spare bedroom.

"I know this day has been rough on you, and I think you might have just seen things. It is a quiet day, not many people are out because of the murders. You're safe, so calm down, get some sleep," He assured, squeezing me in a hug before leaving the room.

My jaw hung open in shock even as I set shoes to the side, setting my bag down by the door. I buried myself under the covers, and shut my eyes tightly, letting exhaustion drag me down with it to sleep.

*******

Tap, tap, tap.

I woke up to a steady tapping at the window, and a cold rush of air. Looking over, the window was wide open, a figure sitting on the sill. They looked at me, but I couldn't tell who it was because of their mask. I began to let out a scream, but in a mere second they were in front of me, a hand clamped over my mouth.

Shhh

It seemed to whisper, barely audible. I shook in fear, and it ran a finger down my face, tilting its head. It hugged me, and it was almost as of it wanted to tell me something, but couldn't bring itself to.

"You'll make a beautiful masterpiece."

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OML IT HAS BEEN WAY TOO LONG. ALL MY OTHER STUFF HAS BEEN CRINGY, AND WAS THEREFORE REMOVED. I'M TRYING AGAIN. SORRY IF IT'S STILL CRINGE