Phychopath

.7

  I quickly pull on my shirt and i put on my pants.
"Never again" i mutter to him.
I could feel him staring at me.
He grabs my wrists and pushes me against the car with my wrists above my head.
"Never feel me again? Why not?" He tells me.

"Cause i don't know you! You are a stranger!" I reply.
"A stranger? Hadley if we're suppose to survive together, then we cant avoid each other" he responds as i feel one of his hands slide in my pants.
"Stop it!" I hiss at him.

The garage door swings open and i see Stacy.
She looks from me to him to the car.
"So.... should i be telling your little sister Hadley?" She asks with a smirk.
I shove him away from me.
"No! Do not tell Hannah" i answer.
~~
I search the boxes that were in front of the garage door.
"Anything in there?" Eric asks me.
"Just books, why would they put these in boxes?" I ask back.
He plops down next to me and searches the boxes.

"Mystical creatures, huh" he mutters.
I hand him another book.
When our fingers touch we don't move.
I look at him and he does the same.
"HADLEY!" I hear Hannah scream.

I jump up and i run to her.
"What?" I ask.
Her breathings were quick.
"Where's your inhaler?" I ask.
"Kitchen" she gasps.
I run to the kitchen and grab it.
I hand it to her and she lets out a breathe in relief.

"Hadley?" Stacy asks.
I walk to the garage door and i see the large garage door was ripped up and so was my trunk door.
It was tore off.
"What the fuck?!" I ask in shock.
I walk to it and i touch the sharp metal.
~~
"Here" Eric says as he hands me a cup of hot chocolate.
"Thank you" i murmur.
He sits down next to me on the couch.
I'm pretty sure everyone was resting.

I don't know why they would.
I was too scared to do that.
"This is like hell, we don't know what to do, what should happen" he says softly.
I look at him and a tear falls from my cheek.
"What? Whats wrong?!" He asks when he see's the tear.
"I'm scared" i sob.

He takes the hot chocolate and puts it on the coffee table and wraps me in a hug.
"Am i going to die?" I sob.
He pulls me away just so he could put his hands on my cheeks.

"I wont let that happen to you" he murmurs.
"Not even 72 hours ago i was home with Hannah" i murmur softly.
"And you will be, everyone will be safe, we'll wait out the storm and then we'll get help" he tells me.

"How can you be so sure?" I murmur.
He shrugs.
He looks at my lips then leans in and kisses me gently.
My eyes flutter closed and i kiss him back.
My hand touches his cheek as we kiss.

I pull away feeling a pang of wrongness.
"I cant" i mutter.
He nods.
"We're strangers, i get that" he replies.
"NO! Its not that, its just, i think i have feelings for someone else" i murmur.
He nods.
"Well i'm going to bed" he tells me before getting up and leaving to Stacy's room.
She was sleeping with Cara while i slept with Hannah.

I sigh and nod.
I drink the hot chocolate then i walk upstairs to my room.
I slowly open the door and i see Peter looking at me through the other doorway that him and Dalton shared.

He had a cold look on his face.
I shrug it off and i walk in to my room where a annoyed Hannah looked at me.
"What?" I ask.
"I don't like that boy you just kissed, stay away from him" she states.

~~
A scream peirces the night and i jerk awake.
I jump up and i run down the stairs.
"CLARA?!" I yell.
I see her sobbing by Stacy's old bedroom.
"What is it?!" I ask her.
She points to the bedroom.

Dalton runs down the stairs and looks around in alarm.
"I went... i went to his room to check up on him but.. but" she sobs.
I stand up and i push the already somewhat door open.
The sight before me horrorfied me.
On the bed was Eric.
His throat ripped out.
He was dead.
I let out a scream in horror.
I fall against the wall as i stare at his cold dead eyes.

Hannah, Stacy, Owen, and Peter run up.
I hear a lot of gasps and screams from the girls.
I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight.
"Help her" i hear Owen say to Peter.
Peter walks up and grabs my arms.
I let out a sob.

He pulls me away from the scene while i clutch his shirt.
"He needs help" i sob.
Peter shakes me violently.
"HE'S DEAD! WE'RE ALL GOING TO DIE IF WE DON'T GET OUR HEADS IN THE GAME!" He says to me angrily.

"Game?" Hannah asks him.
"Its toying with us, it can kill us at any time" Hannah murmurs.