New Killer In Town

Logan Hughes

I was trying to forget. Trying to erase the memory from my mind. Trying to forget the blood, the screams.

I like to blame the alcohol. I drank too much. I was angry with my oldest brother, Connor, and my parents. I needed to escape so I got drunk.

Zana was in the wrong place. I didn't mean to. Anger and alcohol do not mix well.

If anyone were to asked, that was the story. Well, if it was anyone dealing with the law. Others I could tell to bug off and have David give them one of his looks and the topic would be dropped.

But that was far from the truth. The truth. No one could ever find out about the truth.

David made it known that bringing up the topic was a big taboo. He said that there would be bad consequences. He told everyone that. And I supported the idea. No one was allowed to speak of the incident.

It was killing me. I had nightmares every night. I saw her everywhere I went. Bloodied, pale, and in severe pain. I heard her screams and cries for help at the worst times.

I couldn't tell anyone. David would just get pissed, Connor would become scared, and my parents would turn me in. I didn't want to go to prison.

Zana was such a sweet girl. I truly liked her. She was always smiling except when her biological parents returned to town.

But she was just so, so gullible. Letting people convince her that she needed make-up to have friends. It was so comical.

Watching her starve herself and practically cake make-up on her face all throughout junior high. She was that desperate to fit in. It was honestly quite ridiculous.

But then I saw her with all the changes she'd made. I'd be called a liar if I were to say that the change did nothing. She became such a beauty.

Every girl wanted to become her instantly. Every guy wanted to be with her. Only, most of them just wanted her for one thing.

I was one of the few guys that thought that we wanted to be with her to actually be with her. I was really convinced that those were my true feelings for her.  She was beautiful, funny, sweet, and everything any man looks for in a partner.

But she wasn't there, there. She was such a scatter brain. You had to get into every single detail in order for her to understand.

It was so frustrating. I would make my feelings clear as day. I literally spelt it out for her, and yet she still came off as clueless.

When she met David, I could tell he was thinking the same thing. Thinking 'hey, I want to date this girl.' Deep down, though, he knew that's not what the attraction was.

It made me angry when he looked at her like that. She was mine. I had my eyes on her long before he did. What gave him the right to treat her as if she was some toy to play with then throw away?

I was so angry with him that I told my parents. Practically begged them to make him leave her alone. They had the nerve to apologize and say that they couldn't.

They were the parents. They could make him do whatever they wanted. He lives under their roof. Living off their money.

They just apologized again before turning back to their computers and going back to work. I then contacted Connor. I just hoped that he would be able to help. David idolizes Connor.

Connor is my eldest brother. He started college about two years ago. He was the most understanding person I have ever known.

I called him and as soon as he answered, I began to rant. I complained about David. It dragged out for hours. He just listened the whole time, waiting for me to finish.