A Killer Loves Me

Chapter Thirty-Four

After Pat found the cuts I ran away and out of the building. I couldn't stay there, I couldn't handle the stress of it.

When I get home I go straight to my moms room. Everyday I come in here and lay in her bed, nothing of hers has changed since she left, and I plan on it staying that way. Her pillow stills smells like her, cinnamon mixed with her sweet pea perfume.

I bury my head in her pillow an immediately start crying as her smell fills my nostrils. After a second I fall asleep to the smell that I miss so much.

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There's a loud banging downstairs. It wakes me from my sleep. After grabbing my softball bat from my room I head down there. The sound leads me to the door and I realize it's someone knocking. But it's 9 o'clock on a Friday night, who would be at my house?

I open it and look out. I hear someone yell boo, so I scream and start swinging my bat with my eyes closed.

"Ow! Abbi stop!" I hear someone yell. I stop swinging the bat and open my eyes. I start laughing when I see Pat rubbing the marks on his arms. "I'm sorry. You scared me." I say.

We go inside and Pat sits on my couch. After grabbing ice from the kitchen I go in and join him. "I'm sorry for hitting you." I say as I hand him the ice. "It's ok. I'm just gonna have a couple bruises." He says with a small laugh.

"What are you doing here?" I ask quickly. "I came to see if you wanted to go grab some coffee." He says. "At 9 o'clock on a Friday night?" I ask. "Yes." He says firmly.

"But Pat I'm not sure if I'm ready to-" I start. "You're going whether you like it or not. I'm not leaving you alone to harm yourself anymore. I'm taking you to have some fun." He says seriously. "Fine." I tell him.

After putting on my shoes we go outside. I always forget Pat doesn't have a car, so I'm freezing cause I don't have a jacket. After walking for about 10 minutes I feel like my body is frozen to the core.

Out of nowhere I feel a warmth wrap around my shoulders. I look up to see Pats face right next to mine. His arm is around my shoulders, and his coat is now covering both of us. "Thanks." I say shyly as I look towards the ground.

After a couple minutes of silence we turn a corner and come onto a street with big houses, I look up and see a house with people scattering the lawn and music is blaring from it.

"Pat, I'm not going in there." I say as I try and wiggle out from under his arm. He turns me to face him and looks me in the eyes. "Yes you are. I am going to make you have fun tonight." He says.

"But I'm not ready to go in there. And I have a lot of stuff I'm worried about. I'm just not prepared to-" I start. But then Pat connects his lips with mine. It's just a quick kiss, but I'm still left feeling light headed.

"Wh- what was that for?" I ask quietly. "Cause you were talking to much. Just stop worrying and come inside." He says. "O- ok." I say, still a little out of it from the kiss.

He pulls me inside with him, and we go to a kitchen. In there we find the rest of the group.

"Abbi!" I hear someone slur out. I look to my right and see Scarlett rushing over to me. "You're here!" She says loudly. "Yeah, I'm here." I say. "I'm happy to see you." Meredith says. "You too. All of you guys." I say.

After a couple awkward minutes of silence everyone heads out and off somewhere else. I sit on a stool by the counter and grab a beer to drown my sorrows.

"Hey your that one girl." I hear someone say behind me. When I turn around I see a drunk guy stumbling towards me. "What girl?" I ask.

"The one whose sister died." He says. I turn away from him and try to hold back my tears. "Didn't your mom die too?" He asks. I try to ignore him but he just keeps going. "I wonder if it was painful for them. It would be awesome if like their throats were cut, cause I've seen it in movies and it's wicked!" He says loudly.

All at once images come back to me from my nightmares and all of my feelings hit me at once. I get up and rush to a bathroom, I shut the door behind me.

My back hits it and I slide to the ground. A second later I start crying my eyes out. I feel like they're dying all over again, like I'm reliving it. I stand up and look in the cabinet, in it I find blades that people use to replace old ones on their razors.

I grab one and press it to my skin. When I press hard the familiar stinging feeling comes back. I press even hard and drag it across my wrist. A slow trickle of blood starts to run down my arm and hit the floor.

That cut was for my sister. I do another one, an even deeper one. This one was for my mom. I press down even harder and run the blade across my wrist again. This one was for me.

My wrist starts bleeding like crazy, worst than it ever has and I start to feel woozy. I collapse to the ground and my head hits the tub. I feel someone open the door, then I hear screaming.

"Abbi! No, please god no! Abbi please don't leave me!" Pat yells.

It's the last thing I hear before my world goes black.