...Just The Way You Are... [COMPLETED]

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(((A/N...

Shout out to my latest best friend for writing this. "Lara you are a great person."
I gave her the last chapter before hand, asking if she could read and write something about the book itself. she read the book and wrote this. Love her the most.

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Satan was once an angel.

This is what came to mind when finishing this book, putting up a face that hides the true beast inside. Serial killer siblings, an innocent young woman and killer precision.
Tactiful thinking, graphic and followed to the t; this what you'll expect in this detailed piece.
A young and upcoming writer pieces together a bone-chilling art piece that keeps you on your toes, this is truly a worthy read.)))

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~Ashley's P. O. V. ~

Max forces the gun to my back and gestures to me to get in the front seat. I do as I'm told and move from the trunk to the passenger door. Max opens the door for me and I get into the tiny yet big muscle car. The door slams next to me.
What in this world is happening?
First I have to stay alert and most of my nights awake because of Gabe. Now I have to be on his little sisters side and help her with his, murder.

The drivers' door slams shut and I'm pulled from my thoughts. Max moves over to the driver seat in a flash and starts the car with haste. We are on the highway in minutes, she doesn't know how to drive the speed limit indicated by each speed sign we pass. I'm shook in my seat when I see a traffic officer pointing the speed camera thing to the muscle car. We must be going about 20 miles over the speed limit. I can see the light going off in the traffic officers reflective sunglasses. He doesn't move from his current position. He doesn't even flinch. All I can see is a slight smirk forming on his face. This is so confusing. First this girl wants to come and visit for a few days.
The next moment she knocked Gabe unconscious, points a gun at me.

Did she live here before? Did she work in the police department?

You can't trust anyone, these days.
We pass the traffic control section of the highway. I think Max is in a rush to get where ever she wants to be.

I don't know how many Minutes have passed since we started to drive from our apartment; I sure hope that this ends soon. Max is shaking as if she has Parkinson. She does not seem to be imitated by it. She floors the gas petal once more. I find myself staring out the window. I feel lighter, I feel my eyelids grow heavier, and everything is starting to fade to black.

~Narrator~

Ashley was tranked by Max, Max is still a bit stressed for what she is about to do is something that she has wanted to do for a long time. She did not want Ashley to be in this mess, but she does not want any bystanders. Max had the whole pan figured out, she planned every minute. She made a commitment to herself; she will start this and follow the plan to the end. Her plan was simple, kidnap Gabe: check (she mentally goes through the plan in the mind. Sedate Ashley: check, Drive to the warehouse where Gabe set everything up: Almost check, perform the plan Gabe tried to do to Ashley: This will be checked very soon. (Max keeps thinking of how satisfied she will be when this is over. She thinks of how Ashley will meet someone better than her excuses for a brother. How She, herself will sleep when she knows that the serial killer of the century is taken care of. May Max have the courage to go through with her plan.

~Ashley P.O.V.~

I can't remember the last time I slept that well. Wait, wait, and wait. Where am I? I feel the leather of a car seat against my cheek. My arm is numb from being placed in the position I woke from. I hit my face lightly to focus my vision. I find that Max is not in the drivers seat, next to me is a warehouse. We have had to be driving for a while to get here. I move to the front to unlock the doors. Opening the car door, I get out of the car, yet my legs are not strong enough to carry all of my weight. Crashing to the ground I fall face first into the gravel, I think I let out a scream because everything is silent in the warehouse. Rushing to get off the ground I slam the door shut and hide behind the car. The gravel under a persons shoe can be heard, it seams to be getting closer. Peeking underneath the car I can see boots covered in plastic, the person clearly have small feet.