The Girl Who Killed

Chapter Fifteen

Sabine woke up to a car tearing out of the driveway. She left. 

Nada had left. She didn't know where, she wasn't positive why. 

She wasn't going to tell was she? No. Nada wouldn't tell, or her mom would die. And then Kyle. And then her. Nada couldn't tell anyone. Her life depended on it. 

Sabine sat up and stretched. This was what she wanted: complete control. And that is what she had. Nada hadn't been so afraid of her before. Now she was. 

She got up and put on her bikini, an over shirt above it. A day without that OCD bitch? Hell yeah, she was going to enjoy it. 

Walking into the living room, she saw that Mal wasn't up yet. Awesome. It was time to enjoy herself. She grabbed the air mattress out of the spare closet and blew it up outside, then took off her over shirt, placing it with a fresh towel on the swaying dock. She sat on the air mattress and floated out into the body-infested water. 

The funniest part is, She thought, They don't know how many bodies are really in here. More than just the one. Since I moved here, I've added bodies! There is Sarah and Kayla.... She smiled to herself. But there is nothing to worry about. No one will know. 

She didn't feel bad for killing them. She knew that they would have told, promise or not. They would have told. They always do. You couldn't trust anyone. 

Float, float, float. Such a nice little boat. She rhymed in her head. 

"SABINE?" Mal called. 

She sat up carefully. "WHAT?!?" She called back, obviously annoyed. 

"WHERE'S NADA?"

"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW! LEAVE ME ALONE!" She lay back down and look at the clouds. 

There's Hillary and Sadie and Kylie....

People Mal and Nada didn't even know she knew were in these waters. Because she couldn't kill the family yet. But she had the urge to kill. Kill, kill, kill. It was like a lust. Like an addiction. To drugs or alcohol. But with killing. She wanted it. She needed it. Some how, some way. 

Usually it was painful. Other times, it wasn't. Like with that Officer. Officer good-looking. Or Aunt Kim. Those were quick. But Sarah's? That had taken half an hour, dragging the girls out back, killing them both separately, Forcing Kayla to watch her friend die. 

It was like.... pleasure you couldn't recieve any other way other than killing. 

And that's what she loved. 

She loved it as much as a fat kid loved cake. And cake was fucking delicious. ESPECIALLY to fat kids. 

She floated for a good hour. School was starting soon. Tomorrow? She thought so. She would have a brilliant tan for her blonde hair. She would be the hot new girl. With more that one secret to hide. 

She didn't want anyone to know the fact that she didn't like boys like the other girls did. Her second family found out, and that's how they got murdered. 

"Alexa, can you please tell us why you were seen holding hands with the girl down the street today?" 

"Daddy, she's really nice. I think you'd like her."

"Why were you holding her hand, Alexa?" Her mom asked.

"Because she wanted me to. Duh." 

"Is there something you want to tell us?"

"Is there something you want to know?"  Alexa was confused. Who cared who she liked?

"Do you like girls, Alexa?" 

Alexa nodded, feeling tears in her eyes. "Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes. It's a bad thing, Alexa. Homosexuality is a sin."

"But who cares, as long as I'm happy?" 

"We do. You know that. Now go to your room."

Maybe no one would care here? But she didn't want to take that chance. Emma and George deserved to die, telling her she was sinning for being happy! Who cared about if a girl was with a girl or a girl was with a guy? Being yourself was part of life. 

She was drifting back to the dock now. She sighed and got off the mattress. She hated flash backs. They only brought hurt. And hurt brought murder. And the only thing she could murder at this point was the fucking horse.

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It's short, but yeahh....