18 ➸ the real truth

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eighteen ; the real truth

HARLEY

"Hi, baby," I greeted Audrey, walking up to the front desk at the theater. She said nothing, only gave me a small smile. She hadn't seemed like herself for the past day, but she wouldn't tell me why. She brushed her hair out of her face with her fingers and completely pretended I wasn't standing here.

"Did I do something to upset you?" I asked, breaking the killer silence. She sighed, placing the front door keys on the counter top and shutting her eyes in irritation. "No, Harley. You have not."

She seemed pissed, but still wouldn't bother telling me what had her so pissed. "Leave me alone," she whispered while picking up a mop and swiping it across the dirty floor tiles. She backed away from me as she followed the dirt to clean it, and I continued to follow her to try and get some kind of confession.

"No. I will not leave you alone, Audrey. You have been so weird the past day and you're not talking to any of us!" I shouted. She didn't respond, only began sobbing uncontrollably all of a sudden, dropping the mop to the floor to lean against the counter while she cried. "Hey, hey, what's wrong?" I comforted her by rubbing her back gently.

She unlocked her phone and opened the iMessage app, sliding it over to my view. It was open to an unknown contact that had sent a few messages to which she did not reply. My stomach dropped when I read them.

I see you've found yourself a soul mate. Would be ashamed if her guts failed to stay on the inside of her body.

"Oh, my god. Who the fuck thought this would be funny to joke abou—"

"It's not a fucking prank or a joke. He's back. He's really back," she cut me off, wiping the tears off her face and grabbing her phone back. "He called last night, and then he sent all these gruesome texts after I freaked out and hung up. I had a fucking panic attack!"

I pulled her into my arms, not knowing how to tell her that it's not real. "Audrey, please listen to me. You know it's just Gina messing with your head." She began crying into my shoulder, draping her arms around me and holding me as tightly as I held her. I shushed her crying, letting her go so that I could wipe her tears.

"Block the number, and move on. There's no way that there would be a third killer, You know that," I told her. I held both of her hands in mine as I caressed my thumb along her palms to calm her.

"I'm gonna let you get back to work. I love you, Audrey." I leaned in, kissing her lips gently. It was a quick kiss, just enough to last us both through the day until her shift is over. "I love you too."

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I sat on the couch with my arms folded as I watched the news. I rolled my eyes at the amount of boring things happening on all of the T.V. channels. My phone rang, and I mysteriously looked down to see that it was from an unknown caller. No. I wasn't about to let Gina fuck with me. I picked up the phone, putting it to my ear.

"Listen here, you fucking baby-back bitch. First, you beat Audrey to near death, then you pretend to be a killer and scaring the actual fuck out of her? Look, I get it, you hate her. But, you've truly gone too far this time and I swear to fucking god—"

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