"I would never hurt you, Alya," Mark says softly. "I'm not the murderer. I know it, and I think you know it too. Look deep into your heart, Alya. You know it's not me."
Alya twists out of his grip. "I know who the murderer is! It's you, you... you psycho!" Alya's heart is racing. Blood pounds in her head.
"Alya, we can talk about this!"
"I'm calling the police!" she screams. She grabs the handle of the front door and pulls. It doesn't budge. "I'm going to avenge Lizzie and... and that woman from the grocery store and..." Alya knows there's more, but her brain is fuzzy. Her head pounds and her hands shake; who else has he killed? "And anyone else you've killed! They didn't deserve to die!" She sinks to the floor, still clutching the door handle. Hot tears burn rivulets along her cheeks. "They didn't deserve to die..."
"Alya-"
"I'm going to get revenge! I'm going to make you sorry you ever even considered killing those girls!" Alya screams. Her eyes are ablaze, flaming with burning anger. "I'm going to kill you!"
"Don't say that, Alya," Mark says quietly, almost contemptuously. "You don't mean it. You're not a murderer like me." He reaches toward Alya- she cringes away from him- and grabs the door handle. He gives it a hard push and it swings open.
"You psycho," Alya whispers, standing up and stepping back out of the doorway. "I'm still calling the police."
"I'm not the murderer, Alya," he says harshly.
Alya palms her car keys in the pocket of her jacket. "Tell that to the judge, Mark!" She turns her back on him and sprints to her car. She throws the door open and jumps inside.
"Alya!" Mark yells from the doorway. "You don't know what you're doing!"
Alya doesn't answer, only turns the key in the ignition. She can see the panic in Mark's eyes and it makes her smile.
"Alya!" Mark yells, running toward her car. "Alya, stop!" He grabs the driver's door handle and pulls, but it doesn't open. "Alya, stop! I can explain!" Alya shifts into reverse and slowly backs out. Mark holds onto the handle. "Alya, you don't want to do this! Alya-"
Alya stomps on the gas. She hears a scream, and feels the bump of his shoe as she runs over his foot. A bolt of sickening guilt runs through her at the feeling. Did I do that? She quickly shrugs it off and speeds out of the neighborhood. He deserves it. She doesn't look back.
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Psycho #OpenNovellaContest
General Fiction"I want to help you," the man next to her says. She shivers as the hand rests on her thigh again. But this time, she doesn't push him away. He lowers his voice to a whisper, so quiet that not even the microphones can pick it up. "People do strange t...
