Scream For Me

Chapter 19

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"I wish you could stay..." Alyssa hummed contentedly to the body pressed to her back. She could feel his breathing but he didn't speak out of fear of being heard by her parents.

His fingers ran over the fresh pink scar that adorned her arm apologetically and the slightly rough texture of his skin brought a smile to her face.

She knew why his hands felt that way. Picking locks and wielding sharp instruments constantly had to have some disadvantages.

Warm air washed over her ear as he pulled her tighter to his chest as the music from the TV painted a sweet melody over the screams of the dying man as blood sprayed from his throat as the murderer continued to sing.

"I'm going to kill someone tonight." He whispered, peaking at her face through the chestnut hair that was trying to obscure his vision.

Her expression didn't change. The peaceful look in her eyes never wavered, nor did her soft smile.

"Stop trying to convince me that I shouldn't love you." She whispered as a mad woman's voice disrupted the sweet song and drowned out her own voice to her parents who she knew were listening in.

"You shouldn't." Kyle replied softly but as usual she could feel his smile.

I do."

"I know." They were quiet for a while longer until she spoke again when her parents finally retired to their room.

"Who is it going to be this time?"

"Ironically enough Johanna Kelly. Though most people just know her as Mary Jane."

"I thought you said your shoulder was fine?"

"it is, but the rules are still true. Druggies die." she turned to face him and he noticed the frown playing on the edge of her lips before she continued their whispered conversation.

"What rule did I fall under?" Kyle stared at her, the expression on his face revealing his surprise while his emerald green eyes shimmered with confusion. He was quiet for a short time before he responded.

"You were popular and you were athletic. You were always surrounded by others. You had everything, popularity, looks, and family. It would have been natural for the killer of a horror movie to resent you, it would have been normal if I had chosen you as my heroine, my number one victim. But then I came to kill you and you broke the rules. You didn't cry and scream or flutter around like a frightened bird."

"You fought back and you made me think that if or when I get caught or killed. I wanted it to be because of you. You made me think of Sidney Prescott, Nancy Thompson, and Laurie Strode, and I wanted you to be mine right then. I just didn't realized how much more to you there was to you that just then. You talked to me and although you were defensive and scared you were also honest with me. You paid attention to me and understood things I hadn't even said, and that's when I began to understand you. You weren't in sports because you liked winning and you weren't the captain because you wanted others to have to listen to you. You didn't surround yourself with people you hardly spoke to because you didn't care about them and you just wanted the attention, they surrounded you because if they got even five minutes of time with you you'd inspire them, you would change their outlook on life and how they viewed themselves. There wasn't a single ounce of hatred in your body, resentment and bitterness, to those who deserved it, but never hatred.
You're so perfect, funny and serious when needed, resourceful and quick-thinking, beautiful and modest, squeamish but strong. You broke every single rule in horror movies then you broke one of the biggest rules in life."