Chapter 2: A Different Romeo

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All the way home from school I felt sick and the bouncy bus ride didn’t help. Dakota’s words kept repeating themselves over and over in my head.

Completely emptied of blood…reported missing…tortured them to death...

I swallowed hard, trying to get rid of the bad taste in my mouth, but it stuck like glue. The bus lurched to a stop and my stomach clenched at the abruptness. Ivy and I hopped off the bus, heads bent against the cold wind.

Even though it was only the beginning of November, there was snow on the ground and the winds were icy cold. I could only imagine how cold it would get around Christmas.

Ivy unlocked the front door of our new house with some difficult and ran inside with me on her heels. I slammed the door shut behind me, locking it quickly with a head to toe shudder.

“I don’t th-think I’ve ev-ever been this c-c-cold,” Ivy chattered. She was standing a couple of feet away, still in her coat and boots, holding herself tightly as she trembled. Her pale face was tinged pink from cold and she didn't look like she wanted to take her coat off any time soon.

I grinned, suddenly feeling quite warm now that I was inside, and started to peel off my coat and boots. I tossed my stuff in the closet while Ivy grudgingly did the same, jaw still chattering. I grabbed my schoolbag from the floor and picked my way precariously around half opened boxes, tables, and other debris until I finally made it to the stairs.

“I’m going up,” I announced before running up the stairs to my room.

My dad’s room, Ivy’s room, my room, and our bathrooms were the only rooms that we had finished putting all our stuff in. The rest of the house was nowhere near finished, but it was definitely on the agenda for this weekend. That was going to be so much fun. Not.

I opened the wooden door to my bedroom, dumped my school bag by the door before closing it behind me. I surveyed the room just as I always did when I came in, trying to adjust to the new room. The soft green painted walls, my bed with my green comforter half thrown and half tucked into my bed, since I didn’t have a chance to make my bed this morning, it was a mess. My green and orange pillows were strewn across my bed and floor, and my window seat was no better. The ceiling went down diagonally towards the large window and the walls opened up to a small alcove where there was a small wall-to-wall window seat. As an added bonus of being able to sit on the soft and super comfortable seat, the top also opened up so it turned into a chest. Ivy may have gotten the room with the bigger closet, but I had a comfy place to sit by the window so I wasn't about to complain.

The only other pieces of furniture I had in my room was a desk with my old PC, a telephone, and a mess of papers on it. There was also my dresser where I had tried, and failed, to put my clothes neatly, a book case filled with all my favorite books, a stereo and small night table with my alarm clock. Though I had moved most of my own furniture in here, it still didn't quite feel like my room yet. It felt like I was at a hotel, or a strangers house, still tiptoeing around, afraid to use anything.

I went over to my stereo and hit play. 'Feel Good Inc.' by the Gorillaz started playing. Nodding my head to the beat, I changed out of my jeans and yanked on a pair of old sweat pants. 

Once I was cozy and warm in fresh clothes, I headed to my PC and started searching for information on the missing kids Dakota had mentioned. I looked for almost hour and always came up with the same result. Kid went missing, then roughly three days later they showed up dead, with lacerations and bruises. The cuts and scrapes had been described as if someone had cut them with a long knife.  All the dates were there; the dates of disappearance and the dates of their deaths.

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