*Listen to music for creepy effect*
"Emily... We have to go."
"Duke what's this about!!?"
"You don't wanna know!!!"
"But I do Duke!!!"
"If I told you everything you wouldn't be safe! You don't wanna hear about everything!"
"Duke-"
"You don't wanna hear about the old man stabbing me that's how it got this scar! You don't wanna hear about that stuff Emily!!!"
"Who are you!????"
"I don't even know Emily anymore!" He said.
"We have to go" he reached out his hand. "Come on" I took it and we jumped out my bedroom window.
Landing on the ground I felt bad about asking that question. I never really knew how broken he really was. I grabbed his hand as we got into the car.
"Now let's go find that mother pucker and make her pay!" He clenched his fist.
"Mother pucker?" I laughed.
"It wasn't blood, wasn't paint on the wall, it was lipstick."
"Ha" I laughed.
