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THIRTY THREE | PSYCHO

Here we are peeps. The end...

Sigh. But, at the end, I will be announcing a date for a few things that are pretty exciting :)))

Haunting by Halsey

CHRIS

We both laid in the drivers seat of her car, the seat all the way back and me in her arms. Even though I was soaking wet, we had been laying like this for about an hour. 12 a.m.

Not a word from the killer yet. "We don't have a lot of time," I told her. Her grip on me was tight. I could tell she just wanted to lay here forever and never let me go, but we had a psycho to murder.

I have big plans to make him suffer. I'm going back to the way I used to be, meaning no more messed up break downs. Just killing. Just what I used to be. "I know," she replied. She took a deep breath, a sigh. "I just don't want to risk losing you anymore. I just want this shit to be over."

I held onto her tighter for a few seconds, before sitting up. I checked my phone that had been on silent, only to see a few texts from Carlson.

My heart sunk to the floor at the words that displayed on the screen in front of me. I froze, feeling the light illuminate my face and darkening everything else around me.

"Oh my god," I mumbled, pressing my palm to my hand. "Oh god." I turned around to face Bex, seeing her confused yet angry look. I knew she was ready to fight when she would hear what she texted. "Willa. Sh—she's dead. Fucking dead, they found her... Oh god... Fuck." I could barely speak, it was like there was a giant rock in my throat and I couldn't force out the words.

Bex's face went cold. My friend. Her best friend found murdered. It was time we fought, and hard. "I'm taking you back to the hospital, then I'm going to find this god damn son of a fucking bitch!" She cried, turning the car on. But something didn't seem right. It was as if her reaction didn't match what it should be. Willa was her best friend.

"No! We fight together. This asshole took my best friend away from me and now yours. He's going to pay, I'll make him." I placed my hand over hers that was covering the stick shift, squeezing gently. Her face went sad, and she closed her eyes slowly when I mentioned the losses we both had. She nodded lightly, with slight guilt behind it.

I wondered if she was hiding something. I sat down in the passenger seat, buckling my seat belt. I was soaking wet and covered in open stitches and blood but I was ready to fight no matter what.

I told Carlson this was ending, now. With us. I told her I would die trying to avenge Allison. The one thing I never told anyone, was that she was my first girlfriend. My dad hated her, so I had to kill him. He hurt both of us. I always make the ones who hurt, pay. Brutally.

Bex drove away from the lake, anger spread all over her face. As she drove, she reached into the back seat and pulled something to the front. A knife. She handed it to me, then immediately focusing back on driving.

I placed the knife on my thigh, picking up my phone and pulling up the killers contact. I began typing toward him, ready to know what he wanted us to do. There was only one way to win this game.