5.0 Serial Killer

Chapter 22

For some reason I was glad to be going home when we did. There was too much tension between us families for a week in Florida. Like on the flight there, I cuddled next to Will and slept the whole time. Occasionally though, I would wake up for like 30 seconds and see Will on his phone. At one point he was sleeping.

The first thing I did when I got home was take a nap. I never understood why planes make people so tired. Will though, apparently wasn't so tired, because he kept texting me.

WILL: Lizzie I'm bored.

LIZZIE: I'm sorry you're bored.

WILL: Lizzie I'm hungry.

LIZZIE: Don't you have food in your house lol?

WILL: Barely.....Lizzie I miss you already 😩

LIZZIE: 😴

WILL: What does that mean?

I couldn't believe he didn't get the message.

LIZZIE: I'm taking a nap. Or at least trying to.

WILL: So is my mom and sister. Henry and I are chilling and watching the news.

LIZZIE: You? Watching the news!? 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣☺️

WILL: yeah! That's right! I, Will Maxwell, like to watch the news.......actually I just lost the remote.

LIZZIE: That sounds more like you 😂😘

I napped for two hours before I decided to eat some early dinner. I looked at my kitchen clock: 5:07. I can't believe the plane landed at 2:15, it seemed like it took longer.

I made some gluten free spaghetti, because apparently my mom thinks gluten free pasta is better to leave in the pantry for a week, "because it's not going to be missed if we throw it out".

"Aahhhh the smell of pasta." Mom said coming into the kitchen.

"Did you take a nap?" I asked her.

"Yeah, I'm so-aaaahhhh" Mom yawned.

I poured the pasta in the colander.

"Ugh, is that the gluten free stuff? It tastes like plastic. I knew I should have kept some real pasta." Mom said sitting down.

"You know," she continued. "When your father got diagnosed with a mild gluten allergy, almost all our food was gluten free. Which I found funny, because he didn't care about his health at all, him being a big drunk. For my 30th birthday, he gave me a basket full of gluten free pasta."

"Embarrassment to Italians." I said.

"Then here we are, making fun of people with gluten allergies." Mom giggled.

We sat down and ate our pasta.

"I really should have made sauce." I said after five minutes.

"Meh, food is food." Mom said.

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I felt the need to have a sleepover with Val with not seeing her for a while. She wanted to hear about what happened in Florida, even though I refused to talk about it.

"Come on Lizzie, what happened? Did you guys fight?" Val asked.

"No," I said, "my father dropped in on us. I cried in front of Will, he was gentle, and he accused coach Pedroia of murder."

"Pedroia, of murder! What! He can't be doing stuff like that! That's our coach." Val said.

"I believe it." I lied.

"Lizzie!" Val complained.

"I know, I know, I didn't believe it either. But it's kinda believable how Will put it. Caitlyn was dumb, Pedroia got revenge.

Val made a suspicious look.

"But your still alive." She said.

"Yes, but I think he tried to tamper with my hospital medicine, but it didn't work. That's why  still alive." I lied.

"Woah, I kinda believe it too." Val said. "Liz, can I tell you something."

"Course, what's up?" I asked.

"Will and I had a little fling before you two dated again!" Val speeded.

"What!" I cried.

"We didn't kiss or anything, we just wanted to try it!" She said.

I sighed heavily.

"Val, you could have gone without saying that. And plus, it breaks girl code!" I said.

"I'm sorry, I really am, the only thing it did was make us good friends, that's good for you right?" Val said.

"I guess your right.......but I'm still not thrilled V." I said.

We stayed up for a bit longer before going to bed. I hated myself for what I was thinking, but I had to kill her. She was with my Will, and even though I love her, I can't adjust the rules for her.

Val got up in the middle of the night saying she was thirsty. I said I'd go with her, which would be a perfect move to do.

"Ahh!" Val cried when dropping our plastic cups.

"Val keep it down." Her father said from his bedroom.

"Sorry, we are getting water." Val said.

I realized how black it was in the kitchen.

"I'm hot." I said opening the window. I put my rubber gloves on: it was time for the action. Reaching for a rock in her rock pot next to the window outside, I made sure Val wasn't looking. It took me a second to brake the glass inward, so it looked like a break in.

"What are you doing?" Val asked.

"I have to tell you something"I said taking a knife.

"What, are you doing?" Val asked again, this time frightened.

"Val are you ok." I heard her dad call.

"I killed those girls that dated Will," I whispered, "and now I'm gonna kill you!"

Val screamed as I dug the knife in her heart. I screamed a split second after she did!

I broke the window again and threw the knife in the thick bush near the window along with my gloves. It was so thick, I didn't think it could be found.

"VAL!" I screeched. It made sense for me to cry, but I was shocked at my own actions.

I ran to the window I broke.

"PEDROIA IS THAT YOU! PEDROIA COME BACK!" I screamed out the window.

Val's father rushed down the stairs to the sound of my screeches.

"What has happened!?" He said.

I pointed to the ground. Val's dead body layed with the gash in her heart. Her eyes were bloodshot and all limbs were, well, limped.

"VALERIE!" Her father yelled. "CALL 911! Please!"

I picked up the nearest phone I could find and dialed 911.

"911 what's your emergency?" The dispatcher said.

"My friend was just killed." I said.

"Okay we're sending help, can you tell me where you are and what happened?"

I felt paralyzed as I continued to hold the phone and watch Val's dad cry. He had his hand over the place where I stabbed her in the heart. He kept attempting to do CPR, hoping that it would bring her back. But it wasn't. She was dead.

I had just killed my best friend. I killed her over a boy.