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Terrified | Expiry

Terrified | Expiry

Everything was working just like I planned it to be. Maycie was starting to trust and open up more to me. It was all perfect and it was going to make everything so much easier later on tonight. Today, we are having this girl's day out which consisted us of going shopping, going to the spa, and eating. So far, she has been teaching me how to "not feel insecure because I'm unique" and all that bullshit. I know I'm sexy and I know I'm unique. But it makes me feel better that she reminds me.

I have to act like I want to be friends with her, and honestly it was really working. She was getting comfortable around me and that was such a good sign. Not only was this my best chance of getting on her good side but I get to slowly plan her death. She tried getting with my Harry and now she just has to die. There was no question about it nor was it something I was going debate about doing. She has shown me that she is a sneaky snake. And I was gonna bash her fucking head in.

Unfortunately, I had to keep my composure and be nice all day. That included listening to her boring stories, listening to her music in the car, going to her favorite food places, and hearing some slight racial comments towards me. It took all the strength that I had not to stick my keys in her eyes when she said 'are you mixed? Because black people don't always have good hair like yours' and I swear to god that I almost lost it. Sadly, I had to laugh it off as if it was a funny joke and keep everything rolling forward.

As time rolled by slowly I was getting pretty impatient. The sun was now gone and the sky was replaced by darkness, no stars and no moon. We have now crashed at her house that was a little far from the city. It was a very quiet neighborhood, and it was also gated as well. As we rolled in her driveway we got our shopping bags and food bags into her house. I complimented her home and she thanked me for it. Then we decided to clean ourselves up and chill to watch endless movies all night. Everything was set.

"If you need anything I'll be in my bedroom down the hall on the right," Maycie smiled at me before she walked out of the guest bathroom that I was currently in.

"Thank you," I say before I closed the door, then ran the water as if I was getting ready to take a shower, but instead I unzipped my "night bag" to get my things out.

What I packed in here were black leather gloves, ropes, and pepper spray. It might not seem much but trust me, this was all I needed to carry out this wonderful plan.

I waited a good ten minutes until I slipped out of the bathroom, making sure that the shower was still running. My black leather gloves were on, I had the ropes in one hand and pepper spray in the other. A way to successfully get away with murder is to leave no evidence behind.

Thankfully, her bedroom door was slightly open and so was her bathroom door. I could hear her softly singing as the shower water ran. What caught my eye was the metal black baseball bat in the corner of her room. I'm assuming that it was for protection if someone ever broke in. Too bad she won't have it when I go in and kill her, because the metal black baseball bat was now in my hands.

When I peeked my head in the bathroom I could see that she had black shower curtains, meaning that she couldn't see me at all. So with that being an advantage I finally made a move on her. And trust me, I was itching to get ahold of this bitch.

I snatched the shower curtains back and sprayed her with the pepper spray at first. Resulting her to scream in immense pain.

"Oh my god!" She yelled, as her hands flew to her face. "Stop! Stop! Stop!"

I didn't say a word, I only kept spraying her until the damn thing was almost empty. As she kept screaming and yelling for help I grabbed the metal baseball bat swung it hard as I can, resulting her to slip in the shower and hit her head on the edge of the tub. The metal object hit her right in the mouth, shutting her up and breaking her teeth in.

"P-P-Please," she was reaching on the edge of the tub, wanting to climb out but I bashed her fucking head in with the bat again. Watching her body limbs weakened at the second, then I tied her up.

As she was down for the moment I cranked the water temperature all the way up so it would burn her skin. She began to shout in pain once again and I  swung the bat down on top of her head. As the object crushed the front of her skull I knew that it was now over for her. She stopped moving, she stopped breathing, and she stop crying out of pain.

Maycie was now dead.

I cleaned the bat with hot water, watching how the blood dripped down and down the drain. Taking a towel I wiped the bat until it was totally cleaned off. Before I left her bedroom I made sure to place the bat exactly where I got it from as if I never touched it.

Rushing to the front of the house I opened the door, as if somebody "supposedly" walked in. I had to make it seem like it wasn't me, so that's why I went back into the guest bathroom to get her blood off of my body.

I washed myself up, for about twenty minutes until I got out of the shower. With a towel wrapped around my body I walked back into her bathroom with water trailing behind me and then I pulled back the curtains. For emphasis I released the loudest scream I possibly could and ran out. I grabbed my phone and called the police.

"911, what's your emergency?" Asked the monotoned lady on the other line.

I make my voice shaky before I replied back, "P-Please help," I pleaded. "My friend has been murdered."

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wow .... that's just tragic .

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